<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:40:03.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Life...</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi, i started this blog to tell the world about my daily journey through life and i'm very open about it so you're welcome to read... thanx for visiting!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-5163942116176460312</id><published>2009-12-06T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:05:52.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon movie… wtf is the addiction about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Disclaimer: My comments below are directed to the New Moon MOVIE and NOT the BOOK. I have not read the book, so I won’t comment on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dragged to watch new moon with a friend 2 days ago. Seriously saying, I wasted my 12 bucks. My problem is that the “New Moon” storyline sucks so bad that it makes Dead or Alive look like a box office hit. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SxqSVlUdnMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/4yOok8AfymM/s320/new-moon1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411798801731919042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, their idea of unselfish love is so stupid because it actually portrays that if you love someone so deeply and you want to protect them, hurt them and leave them. Then come back to them after awhile and say that the reason you did that is because you love them and all is forgiven… crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Secondly, the rebound guy gets screwed… and in the movie just because he’s not the male lead, its ok for him to get screwed. Women call men shovanist, so doesn’t the gurl in the movie display classic shovanism? Didn’t she lead him around and then when her ex comes back she dumps him aside? Quote: “It has always been Edward”… WTF?!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, you can clearly see that the movie ONLY targets the female gender. The main attraction? Some half naked guys running around trying to be the peace-keeping force… During the movie, I swear I could hear women moaning each bloody time they see the guys appear topless on screen. If we guys did that in a movie theater, the women would most probably complain that we’re being indecent ‘pigs’… go figure!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, it encourages teens to commit suicide if they can’t take the heat… let’s see, if you are heart-broken from love, the best solution would be to kill yourself??? If you can’t take the heat, jump out the window??? Wouldn’t it be better if you encourage teens to move on with their lives if they face such problems? I’m not the king of moral values but seriously think of the implications here, for teens. These are the kinds of movies that influence them very easily.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the acting… horrible to say the least. Looked like B grade acting. Come on, I’m sure there are better talent out there, somewhere! Somehow, I had this feeling that their expressions were so fake, especially Jacob’s. In reality he portrayed this under-aged male stripper who’s only role was to get women moaning throughout the movie and his expression was equal to a kid who failed miserably in the audition for the Mickey Mouse Club.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what’s the hype all about? Maybe the book is hundred times better but I’m asking about the hype about the movie and the actors/actresses. If you ask me, the director and script writer should be shot dead…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-5163942116176460312?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5163942116176460312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=5163942116176460312' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5163942116176460312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5163942116176460312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon-movie-wtf-is-addiction-about.html' title='New Moon movie… wtf is the addiction about?'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SxqSVlUdnMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/4yOok8AfymM/s72-c/new-moon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-7430398243473299868</id><published>2009-09-26T10:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:51:10.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about romance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Many people ask "what can I do to be romantic?" or "Can you give me some ideas?". This is the misconception many of us have about romance. Romance is not about masterminding some scheme to lure someone like a tiger luring his prey until he pounces on it. True romance is some gesture which sincerely comes from the heart. You do not have to be rich, a genius or the most fantastic person in bed, to be a romantic person. All you need is a sincere heart and a limitless love for your partner, and then the ideas/gestures will come naturally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romantic gestures or ideas do not have to be lavish or big. But as I have experienced, it's the smallest things that we do that are truly romantic. Sometimes we may do something small that doesn't seem to be much to us and we hardly notice doing it, but to our partner it would be a amazing romantic gesture. For example, leaving a simple love note for your partner in the morning. This gesture is simple and doesn't involve money or mush time, but it will mean a lot to your partner and would make their day even better than it will be, just because they will be thinking about it all day long and smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you're not really consistent at doing such things, don't worry. Just do it every once in awhile, especially on important occasions in your relationship (anniversary, birthday or some event which involves the both of you). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, these gestures do not have to involve much money. The best gifts are always the ones that are born from the heart and made by yourself. No matter how horrible it may look, the effort and love put into it would mean the world to your partner, more than any gift you can buy from the store. For example, poems, video dedications, photo albums (with pictures of you and your partner), cooking meals for your partner, watching a romantic movie at home, dancing to your partner's favorite songs, singing to your partner, and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sr2PYG5LoKI/AAAAAAAAAds/8j01AEJSfsc/s320/couple5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385618373735063714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My advice? Keep it simple, keep it small, because it will mean big...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-7430398243473299868?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/7430398243473299868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=7430398243473299868' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/7430398243473299868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/7430398243473299868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2009/09/truth-about-romance.html' title='The truth about romance...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sr2PYG5LoKI/AAAAAAAAAds/8j01AEJSfsc/s72-c/couple5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-19530873194483326</id><published>2009-09-16T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:21:49.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Microsoft... Satan's Right Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SrEBoWarmsI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dRWT2tXBiPA/s1600-h/MicrosoftLogo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SrEBoWarmsI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dRWT2tXBiPA/s320/MicrosoftLogo1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382084822408338114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My job requires me to deal a lot with Microsoft personnel, because my company is pro-Microsoft for obvious reasons (they think Microsoft is the best). Well, I’m not here to praise Microsoft, but to tell you how much I hate them…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, when you report a problem to them, they escalate your problem all the way to their base in Shanghai, China. I’ve got nothing against the Chinese, but talking to the Microsoft guys in Shanghai is ridiculous, because half the time you can’t understand them. I’m a Malaysian for heaven’s sake, I speak and understand “rojak” English and I still can’t understand them. I wonder how they speak to the white guys…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, if they can’t solve your problem (which is the case most of the time), they’ll just give you their standard answer “This issue is as per design”. How can a problem be caused by how Windows was designed??? You built it! So you should know how to solve/fix it! Would you buy a car and expect the dealer to say “As per design” when you report a problem to them? “What? Your engine cannot start? As per design, sir. Please buy a new car or live with it!”. Ridiculous ain’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the motto is probably: “If anything goes wrong in Windows, always blame the customer first!”.  I’ve always got this answer from them: “It is something in your company’s environment”. Maybe it is but isn’t that a bit too blunt? Couldn’t they at least try to find out what is wrong in the client’s environment first before saying that? There was once when Microsoft techs couldn’t figure out what was wrong with some problem which causes MS Word to crash in my company, they collected logs for weeks and couldn’t tell what was wrong. They came to the point of saying “Could you please ship over your laptop to us in Shanghai?”. OMG! Why would I ship my laptop half way around the world when they have a Microsoft base here in Malaysia? The local Microsoft guy said “We’re not as technical as the Shanghai guys, so we can’t troubleshoot this problem”. I was shocked, why do they call themselves Microsoft personnel (working in the Support Team) if they can’t even do simple troubleshooting. You know what I did? I got fed up and did my own troubleshooting. I found a possible cause and a resolution for the issue within 30 minutes. Shanghai Microsoft techs have been working on this for 3 weeks and they couldn’t find a bloody solution. 30 minutes and 3 weeks, you do the math. And yeah, in the end, it was caused by a corruption in one of the Ms Office registry keys… yes, yes, blame the client…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Microsoft so much…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SrEBDLSJVeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/dhxqvsz9kiY/s1600-h/Kill_Microsoft_Office_2007_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SrEBDLSJVeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/dhxqvsz9kiY/s400/Kill_Microsoft_Office_2007_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382084183764588002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 260px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-19530873194483326?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/19530873194483326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=19530873194483326' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/19530873194483326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/19530873194483326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2009/09/microsoft-satans-right-hand.html' title='Microsoft... Satan&apos;s Right Hand'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SrEBoWarmsI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dRWT2tXBiPA/s72-c/MicrosoftLogo1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-8461535647743057717</id><published>2009-09-15T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:50:47.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since everyone has been bugging me for an update...</title><content type='html'>I actually had to apologize to many people for not updating my blog for such a long time... but wait a minute, its MY BLOG! Lol! Just kidding. I've had my hands full with... life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what's new... hurmmm... nothing much, I guess just a new special someone in my life. Who say who but she's the "Grey-eyed angel". Most people wish that their best friends would get along well with the gurl they love, but in my case I'm fortunate enough to fall in love with my best friend. You might argue that maybe this best friend thing is one sided but its not, its mutual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurmmm... what can I tell you about her... well, when I first met her, I was attracted to her eyes, although she looks stunningly beautiful. Something about her eyes drew me to her. That's why I wrote my Poem No.12 (&lt;a href="http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem-no12-gray-eyed-angel.html"&gt;Click here to read it&lt;/a&gt;), which was dedicated to her. Of course, at that time, it wasn't anything serious. I was attracted to her, but not in love. But we grew in our friendship. Became best friends to each other and then love just fell into place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Things I love about her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;10. She always says "I love you" before we depart rather than "good-bye". She says it's because she feels that I'm always in her heart and mind, so there's no need for a good-bye. She nerver fails to remind that I'm always being missed by her even after we had just got home after our date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;9. She's always thinking about others before herself no matter how much trouble or pain she has to go through. She goes through great lengths to comfort, console and please me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;8. She's always herself, does not pretend to be someone else and always truthful. She's unique and nobody can take her place in my heart, because she means so much to me. My best friend and the woman I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;7. Not only does she walk behind me to catch me when I fall, but most importantly she walks beside me to make sure I don't fall. She's always been there for me, through happiness and sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;6. I learn a lot from her. Not many guys would like to say this but I'm proud to say that she's my idol (in terms of how a human being should be) and I want to be like her in many ways (character, career, potential, mind set and etc.). I really look up to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;5. She's determined. She always sets a goal in life and does everything she can to achieve it. She never gives up. That's why she's so successful today. I really respect that and I hope I can be like that someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;4. Her sweetness and bubbliness. She's sweet and bubbly in so many ways. Sometimes I just love watching her be herself. She's fun to be with and she also makes sure you have fun when you're with her. She's never dull and always full of suprises. Sometimes she could be just the opposite and be quiet and shy, but I love that too. Especially when she catches me staring at her from across the table, she would turn her face away, when I ask her why she turned away she would say that she's shy it was ME that was looking at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;3. Her charming ways. She always knows the right words to say at the right time. She's the reason I get up everyday with a smile on my face. She knows what to say to make my day a great one everyday and she never fails to do so. I've never had a gloomy day since the day she walked into my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;2. She's so beautiful and intelligent but she never ever let these gifts go to her head. In fact, she's the most humble person I know. She always strives to be better and to improve her flaws, although I always tell her that I don't want her to change because I want to spend the rest of my life loving the gurl I first fell in love with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;1. Most of all, I love the way she loves me. So true, so pure, so passionate. Sometimes I find myself asking "is this how love feels?" because its better than I had ever experienced and could ever imagine. I couldn't ask for a better person to fall in love with because there is none besides her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"I love you not only because of who you are. but most of all because of who I am when I am with you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-8461535647743057717?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8461535647743057717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=8461535647743057717' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8461535647743057717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8461535647743057717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2009/09/since-everyone-has-been-bugging-me-for.html' title='Since everyone has been bugging me for an update...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-8287615025538337233</id><published>2009-04-25T09:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:11:21.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer commercials are the best! :P</title><content type='html'>I miss some of the beer commercials they used to play before movies at the cinema. Stupid Gov had to ban them for fucks. Anyway, here are some of the funniest beer commercials ever:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Heineken - Walk In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIutgtzwhAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIutgtzwhAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oz (Dutch Beer) - Walk In (Heineken Tease)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MikvvRPhSpQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MikvvRPhSpQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Budlight - Men Invented Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iGvolRasWU8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iGvolRasWU8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Heineken - Jennifer Aniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IqC9dS1mGN4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IqC9dS1mGN4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Budweiser - Waaaaaasssupppp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/We1H5ar3SQM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/We1H5ar3SQM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Brahma - Voodoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJAyPuw9Rbo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJAyPuw9Rbo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-8287615025538337233?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8287615025538337233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=8287615025538337233' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8287615025538337233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8287615025538337233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/beer-commercials-are-best-p.html' title='Beer commercials are the best! :P'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-5340384510298649019</id><published>2009-04-01T21:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:34:08.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem No.12 - Gray-eyed Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On a fateful night in fading March,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I met this angel so very wonderful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of course I didn't believe it much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But she touched my heart and made me a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Those sexy gray-eyes like heaven's skies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Those luscious red lips made me beg for a kiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surely she must be one of God's great lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Made me wonder "Who is this miss?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That dreamy sweet voice,  what a lovely sound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That black silky hair that ran through my hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just sat there blankly looking at what I had found,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But tell me angel “Could I hold your hands?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That cute face that lingers on my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That beautiful smile made my mouth drool dry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I doubt the dream that you'll be mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But a friend I'll be though laugh or cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment:&lt;br /&gt;I think I was running on an empty fuel tank when I wrote this one. Wrote it on the way to work, so I blame it on morning blurriness. The only thing I like about this one is the title. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7 April 2009 - Reworked. Sounds better now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-5340384510298649019?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5340384510298649019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=5340384510298649019' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5340384510298649019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5340384510298649019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem-no12-gray-eyed-angel.html' title='Poem No.12 - Gray-eyed Angel'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-6280466876865377837</id><published>2009-03-16T00:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:43:50.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot! What a morale booster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0sxUxm7RI/AAAAAAAAAdU/XLWQVh619i0/s1600-h/hannah1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah Tan wrote to me on her blog article... drool... LOL! The real reason I admire her is for her 'down to earth' character. She really treats her fans very well, even tries to chat with us on her website whenerver she has a break from her work. She is the perfect example of what a celeb should be like. Being a celeb doesn't make you better than others, but makes you able to serve others.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Kudos to Hannah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Sorry I couldn't make these thumbnails bigger, please click on them to enlarge =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0sxUxm7RI/AAAAAAAAAdU/XLWQVh619i0/s1600-h/hannah1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0sxUxm7RI/AAAAAAAAAdU/XLWQVh619i0/s400/hannah1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313452361269046546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 329px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.hannahtan.com/index.php/Your-Say/Mobile-Blog-Part-II/"&gt;http://www.hannahtan.com/index.php/Your-Say/Mobile-Blog-Part-II/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0swo5FpOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/XcUpppkoNE4/s1600-h/hannah2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0swo5FpOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/XcUpppkoNE4/s400/hannah2.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313452349489259746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 528px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.hannahtan.com/index.php/Your-Say/Mobile-Blog/"&gt;http://www.hannahtan.com/index.php/Your-Say/Mobile-Blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-6280466876865377837?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/6280466876865377837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=6280466876865377837' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/6280466876865377837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/6280466876865377837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2009/03/woot-what-morale-booster.html' title='Woot! What a morale booster!'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0sxUxm7RI/AAAAAAAAAdU/XLWQVh619i0/s72-c/hannah1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-5826532745242022720</id><published>2009-03-15T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:57:54.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manchester United vs Liverfool gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0jM1Wy-LI/AAAAAAAAAdE/OQR_i7yZJVA/s1600-h/IMG_2674.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last nite I organized a gathering to watch the match between Man United and Liverfool for a 100 Facebookers from my Manchester United Fan Club on Facebook (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=6348617058"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=6348617058&lt;/a&gt;). The atmosphere was bloody awesome. The support they gave was amazing and I wouldn't have asked for a better crowd. We packed the place (Sanook, Kelana Jaya) and almost brought the roof down with the amount of noise we were making. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thanks to all the supporters who made this possible. I'll organize more gatherings like this in the future for the love of our club, Manchester United! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glory glory Man United!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0jM1Wy-LI/AAAAAAAAAdE/OQR_i7yZJVA/s1600-h/IMG_2674.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0jM1Wy-LI/AAAAAAAAAdE/OQR_i7yZJVA/s320/IMG_2674.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313441838755150002" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The place was bloody packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0jMTvu_mI/AAAAAAAAAc8/0iU9hwmaTmU/s1600-h/IMG_2684.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0jMTvu_mI/AAAAAAAAAc8/0iU9hwmaTmU/s320/IMG_2684.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313441829732941410" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Joel, Ash and Brian chillin out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0jMfXRmpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/c4m0YySXmWY/s1600-h/IMG_2685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0jMfXRmpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/c4m0YySXmWY/s320/IMG_2685.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313441832851577490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;More loyal supporters from the Facebook group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0jMelNxhI/AAAAAAAAAcs/2kaMRvDUiC0/s1600-h/IMG_2708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0jMelNxhI/AAAAAAAAAcs/2kaMRvDUiC0/s320/IMG_2708.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313441832641611282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My old school buddies came along as well, thanks to Li Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0jMARKwXI/AAAAAAAAAck/pgPxwt1dxfY/s1600-h/IMG_2698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0jMARKwXI/AAAAAAAAAck/pgPxwt1dxfY/s320/IMG_2698.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313441824504463730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The hardcore supporter's gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;More photos here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-weight: normal; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=109755&amp;amp;id=548415341&amp;amp;l=0faa1b00b7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=109755&amp;amp;id=548415341&amp;amp;l=0faa1b00b7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-5826532745242022720?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5826532745242022720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=5826532745242022720' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5826532745242022720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5826532745242022720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2009/03/manchester-united-vs-liverfool.html' title='Manchester United vs Liverfool gathering'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sb0jM1Wy-LI/AAAAAAAAAdE/OQR_i7yZJVA/s72-c/IMG_2674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-435739606425231901</id><published>2009-03-05T22:39:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:16:11.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Dream Girl season 2: Episode 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sa_ouKCNXaI/AAAAAAAAAcc/9xqcGzVM3tY/s1600-h/carrey.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;It’s back and I’ve decided to blog about it again, since I received a fair amount of criticism for doing this the last time, and I love having a swing at the drama that goes on. But luckily the competition was made much more sensible by the departure of Kenny 'The Sex Bomb" Sia as one of the judges. My pick during the auditions last season was Hanis and she was in the finals (Top 3).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Let’s look into Episode 1. (&lt;a href="http://malaysiandreamgirl.tv/"&gt;http://malaysiandreamgirl.tv/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;The first one to strike me was Amanda. She was born in South America but grew up all her life here. She speaks very well and presented herself very modestly. I would say that she could qualify for the competition. But apparently they (Producers) have a rule: Malaysians Only. I was like "WTF! She has a Malaysian IC, her dad is Malaysian, she has her own Malaysian PR and for heaven's sake, she went to a Malaysian primary school here". But they eventually rejected her just because she has a South American passport and not a Malaysian one… Shit, I myself don’t have a passport currently, but I have a Malaysian IC, so you’re gonna kick me out of the country? STRIKE ONE FOR THE ORGANIZERS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sa_kpx_47JI/AAAAAAAAAb0/QwAv-3iiY6U/s320/Amanda+(South+American).JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 295px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309713892140182674" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra… really hot. Has that sexy lure. Love the thick Aussie accent baby! Ok, seriously, she has potential. Would love to see how she progresses. She answered the judges pretty well actually but I do agree that she came in for the audition looking like she just got out of bed… Other than that, all is good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sa_mKj5SLPI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zhAS9c0oQoA/s1600-h/alexandra.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sa_mKj5SLPI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zhAS9c0oQoA/s320/alexandra.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309715554801691890" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Next, Shi Ling… this one was funny… she could be a comedian instead of a model. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The judge asked her “So what do you do?”. She said “I work in a lab”. By the way she presented herself (her character was a bit too tomboy-ish, she reminded me of an anime character and she walked with her legs apart), I really thought she was gonna say “Meth lab”. But she mumbled something else. And Elaine Daily’s eyes nearly popped out saying “Breast lab???”. The girl went “Breath test”. Yes, they test people who are high on weed… LOL! Then she says “I’m sort of a coordinator there, not exactly Labratoris categorized”. WTF is a labratoris? Some kind of dog breed? Sounds like it. Even the judges thought that she was from an alternative band, like a rocker chick or something. Wrong competition…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sa_ntMRc_8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/df7sulfURc4/s1600-h/shi+ling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sa_ntMRc_8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/df7sulfURc4/s320/shi+ling.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309717249267662786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Carrey… during her audition, the song “American Sweethearts” played in my head. Hate to say this but she’s Malaysia’s version of a blonde and you know what they say about blondes. Elaine Daily asked her “Why do you want to be a model”. Carrey replied “Because I want it!”. Then she complained that her life is very boring. Then the other judge asked “Do you think your boyfriend is boring?”. She replied immediately “Yes!”. Judge asked “Where is he?”. She replied “Outside”. Elaine Daily then asked “Who is your favorite model?”. She replied “Amber Chia. Because I love her. She’s tall but not very pretty. She can be famous but I also dunno”. WTF! She admires Amber but bitches about her. Thank God the judges rejected her. Our old boy Kenny would have gone on a hunger strike to put her through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sa_ouKCNXaI/AAAAAAAAAcc/9xqcGzVM3tY/s320/carrey.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309718365358349730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juanita… hurmmm… interesting. She carries herself well. Aggressive and a go getter, that shows determination. Has the persona of a model in the making. Diamond in the rough I guess. Would like to see how she fares in the upcoming rounds. FYI, there are already Facebook fan groups supporting her progress through the competition… errr… a bit too early people? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sa_k2ghK6sI/AAAAAAAAAb8/FeqkxUOLHrQ/s320/juanita.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309714110786235074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px; " /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-435739606425231901?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/435739606425231901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=435739606425231901' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/435739606425231901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/435739606425231901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2009/03/malaysian-dream-girl-season-2-episode-1.html' title='Malaysian Dream Girl season 2: Episode 1'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Sa_kpx_47JI/AAAAAAAAAb0/QwAv-3iiY6U/s72-c/Amanda+(South+American).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-2196673274629554354</id><published>2009-01-20T23:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:21:38.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High school class gathering!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been 7 years since I left high school and the memories are still very fresh in my mind. I can remember the stupid stuff I used to do in class like play wrestling, throw tables and chairs, flirt with the junior girls, skip school to go to the cyber cafe or to go to the mamak... Damn, I even remember getting cainned in Form 3 for playing 'lastic'. Those were the glory days... I regret... I regret not doing it more often :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, recently I helped to organize a class reunion for my Form 5 classmates. Out of the 48 students we had, only 10 of us attended. It started like this: We went to my class teacher, Puan Soh's, house in the afternoon and brought her out for lunch at Telok Gong, Klang. She was so happy because this was the first time in her teaching career that her students actually brought her out for makan. She said she was proud of all our current achievements. She still remembers all our full names and also where exactly we used to sit in class (her memory is so good). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really miss high school. The care-free life... amazing memories...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SXX4aFMZZsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/O4Oh8CYiscw/s400/n620855192_5466249_6208.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293410063998346946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-2196673274629554354?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/2196673274629554354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=2196673274629554354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/2196673274629554354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/2196673274629554354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2009/01/high-school-class-gathering.html' title='High school class gathering!'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SXX4aFMZZsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/O4Oh8CYiscw/s72-c/n620855192_5466249_6208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-225659903862662203</id><published>2008-12-20T19:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:01:13.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we do at a brewery... hurrrmmmm... :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;A few nights ago, my department organized a trip to Guinness Anchor Brewery. We were invited by the management there and it was a 'all you can drink' session. The place was fantastic. They had all sorts of booze and I tried them all. There was this one brand that I really liked, called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Kilkenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;, from Ireland. It was the best beer I've tasted. It's not sold on shelves here in Malaysia but a few pubs have it. It’s so smooth and to taste a fresh pint straight from the brewery, that felt amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SUzVmxarYxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Jv53tO2GkHM/s320/kill.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281831325075727122" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t’s true that fresh beer taste better, apparently the taste depreciates as it ages, so today’s beer will taste a bit different than the same beer 1 week later. We also went on a tour of the factory. All I could see was lots and lots of beer. It was heaven. I just kept drinking and drinking... and drinking (until I lost count of the glasses). I hope I go back there again someday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SUzWGoug6DI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jdKSfjOWw_k/s320/bar.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281831872498821170" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SUzWG4MK1DI/AAAAAAAAAaY/yNJqhr2Ad7A/s320/bar2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281831876649735218" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SUzWTE-QdoI/AAAAAAAAAao/IixfjnaUCaY/s400/gang.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281832086239475330" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;Oh yeah, meet&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Tower!&lt;/span&gt; It's this long glass which can easily carry 2 or 2.5 cans of beer. We challanged each other to down the whole glass in less than  3 minutes. Guess what? Only 4 people out of 20 managed to finish it till the bottom. Others gave up half way. I'm proud that I was one of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elite 4&lt;/span&gt;. I conquered the Tower! But unfortunatly I wasn't drunk. I was sober enough to remember everything the next morning, and reach the office 9AM sharp for work. Next time think twice before you challange me to a drink :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SUzXBjqhLVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/DMVuR3UJxZ0/s400/glass.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281832884752166226" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SUzX-Wm2mYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/SQp8ido7LZs/s320/me.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281833929219152258" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SUzX-HRJGWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_zbEODNNHWA/s320/me2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281833925101558114" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;More photos here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=90272&amp;amp;l=82425&amp;amp;id=548415341"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=90272&amp;amp;l=82425&amp;amp;id=548415341&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-225659903862662203?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/225659903862662203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=225659903862662203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/225659903862662203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/225659903862662203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-we-do-at-brewery-hurrrmmmm.html' title='What we do at a brewery... hurrrmmmm... :-)'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SUzVmxarYxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Jv53tO2GkHM/s72-c/kill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-3252258961100135136</id><published>2008-12-06T01:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:11:15.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My graduation day finally came. I actually forced myself to go although I didn't see the point in it. But at the end of the day, I was greatful that I could meet my batchmates one last time. I never really thanked my mates and teachers for all they did to make my Uni life the best times I've had so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course I have to thank my parents for all the education they have given me, yes and everything else that I have :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/STly18BuGDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/GNe7ej3fYqE/s320/IMG_2392.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276374709413222450" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/STlzWRT5ICI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zWZXsBDloOo/s320/IMG_2389.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276375264882401314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next, the lecturers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mr. Alain Chong, my futsal kaki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all the guidance as a Head of Programme and warm friendship that you offered as a friend. You were the first lecturer that I made friends wit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;h in INTI and till now we're still close buds. See you at futsal :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/STlvBPCMMJI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ARdDKOwKxB8/s200/IMG_2384.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276370505447518354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mr. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Kannan, my network Guru...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all the 'cabling' and 'torturing' that you gave me during my final year. Lol! Actually, if I didn't get that I wouldn't be where I am today. So I owe my current job to you. I had so much fun hanging out with you and Miss Prem as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/STlwYTpq91I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Y3RnwtiTOSc/s320/IMG_2393.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276372001335474002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Miss Prem, my makan buddy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for being my crying shoulder through my ups and downs in my personal life and studies. Can't thank you enough for always being there. Although I was never really your academic student, I was your life student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/STlw1IHegRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/JMOPcMPVWdk/s200/IMG_2385.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276372496455467282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Miss Jasmine, my Dean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all the recommendations and encouragement. You always remembered me even when someone in your position wouldn't have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/STlxL7ozITI/AAAAAAAAAYA/JbbLIPsfTF4/s200/IMG_2383.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276372888242561330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Miss Desiree, my lunch kaki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all the fun times we had when we hung out for lunch with the gang. Never met such an enthusiastic lecturer like you. Keep doing what you do! You're good at it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/STl16IldPaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/YDwOgnaAQSs/s200/n548415341_2165228_1167.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276378080038698402" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Other lecturers that I want to thank are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Miss Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (my bak kut teh kaki. we're in SJ so we can meet up often. thanks for that A for your subject), &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mr.Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (bitch! LOL! Yeah we had fun calling each other names. The most creative lecturer in INTI. You thought me my first subject in INTI) and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mr.Sethil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (thanks for all the career advice. But you didn't give me an A... LOL!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then come the friends that I will never forget:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The apartment crew: Me, Sin and Yew Fei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All the great times we had living together in one house. The times we spent bullying Sin in Counter Strike, the times I used to walk around in my boxers and you guys won't say a word, the times we used to go for 'Michael Jackson' (Soya Cincau) at 11PM at night, the times we would get up at 7AM just to eat a gigantic bowl of Yee Mee, the times we would sit in my room to watch movies till late night (like we had no life), the times we used to flood Sin's room with the water from the washing machine (remember to put the hose in the drain!), the times we spent wondering why Sin had male company (Taron) in his room with the door closed till late night... those were great times... i miss them... but wtf I see you guys in Cyberjaya now almost everyday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/STl3DwK5nDI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WphsyNK2j48/s320/apartment.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276379344795180082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Amina, always bubbly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think class would have been very bored with you entertaining us. I'll never forget all the screaming and running around that you did when Kannan chased you around the lab with a cable in his hand. Good luck in whatever you do! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/STl1B4oL-OI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ynd8shr9460/s200/IMAG0035.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276377113682508002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Muahd, my bro from Kenya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We studied together and got our first class degree together. You're one of the smartest people I know and I wish you all the best for your bright future, bro! You'll be around Singapore so we'll keep in touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/STl1cdi5nCI/AAAAAAAAAZA/IWeXTnqPmXY/s320/n540127153_1683618_8719.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276377570269043746" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Larry, my football match kaki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for joining me for midnight football games even when they were so close to exams. Had a blast with you in class as well. Keep in touch bro! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/STl0Te51qbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/XVJKTRzsryE/s200/IMAG0025.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276376316503239090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Other friends that I want to thank are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yoges Akka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (always very blur in class but still a very very good friend. Owe you a lot), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; (the ultimate entertainment. INTI would have been boring without your unique character. Good luck collecting MNC companies) and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entire Class of 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;~Graduation is not only your day of glory, but your day to glorify others~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-3252258961100135136?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/3252258961100135136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=3252258961100135136' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/3252258961100135136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/3252258961100135136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/12/graduation.html' title='Graduation!'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/STly18BuGDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/GNe7ej3fYqE/s72-c/IMG_2392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-8981257434747732340</id><published>2008-11-17T23:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:53:09.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuntum-Maybank Melacca Camp for kids... had a blast facilitating it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;15th November 208; Mini ASEAN Village, Malacca - It was one of those times where you feel good because you helped to make someone else happy. Seeing the smiles on the kids faces, just makes you think that you made a difference in the world somehow, no matter how small it was. I went there with the weight of the world on my shoulders because of my stress at work and social life but when the camp ended, i felt like the burden was lifted... thanks to the kids. They really made me realise what innocent fun was... a feel i lost a long long time ago. The thing I learned: "Sometimes you've just got to drop everything you're doing and have some fun".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;KUDOS TO THE MALACCA KIDS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SSGRFZXvceI/AAAAAAAAAW4/YFEXssCFeqI/s400/IMG_2262.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269652560896029154" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The Facilitators Gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SSGRjSWFkmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/e5cfD2MyWzY/s400/IMG_2257.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269653074406117986" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Troop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SSGSpLLa2KI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/70tbf3Yzzb8/s400/IMG_2261.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269654275073169570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, 150 kids... how on earth did we manage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-8981257434747732340?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8981257434747732340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=8981257434747732340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8981257434747732340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8981257434747732340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/11/kuntum-maybank-melacca-camp-for-kids.html' title='Kuntum-Maybank Melacca Camp for kids... had a blast facilitating it'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SSGRFZXvceI/AAAAAAAAAW4/YFEXssCFeqI/s72-c/IMG_2262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-2783210000508820462</id><published>2008-10-06T02:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:57:18.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally got into a magazine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's OUT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SOkN6MO1PZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/L0CaF_7oMfE/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SOkN6MO1PZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/L0CaF_7oMfE/s400/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253745733671402898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... this is something I've wanted to do for a long time. When I was invited to write in (Doctor Job's Courses Now Sep 2008 issue, Pg.11), I was ecstatic about it and I had like 1 week to figure out what to write. I spent a few days on it and sent it in. Waited almost 1 and a half months for the article to finally come out! It was worth the wait :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the pic below to read a bigger version of this pic. I guess the words are too small here :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/giggster/scan0001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 561px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/giggster/scan0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word of thanks to Doctor Job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Page 11... how did they know that my favorite number is 11? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-2783210000508820462?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/2783210000508820462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=2783210000508820462' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/2783210000508820462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/2783210000508820462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-got-into-magazine.html' title='Finally got into a magazine!'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SOkN6MO1PZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/L0CaF_7oMfE/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-9026304080330888735</id><published>2008-09-09T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T01:04:23.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its time to hear our side of the story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;I came across this forwarded message and I felt that I could really relate to it. It speaks the truth about what a guy goes through when he's in love. Kudos to the dude that wrote this! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1) Guys may be flirting around all day, but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Guys are more emotional then you think, if they loved you at one point, it'll take them a lot longer then you think to let you go, and it hurts every second that they try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Guys go crazy over a girl's smile(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) GUYS LOVE YOU MORE THEN YOU LOVE THEM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely use beautiful or gorgeous. If a guy uses that, he loves you or likes you a whole heck of a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and he is really thinking about something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln12"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln13"&gt;Guys rarely say that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln14"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln15"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln16"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln17"&gt;something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln18"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)A guy would give the world to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln21"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln23"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)NOT ALL GUYS ARE RUDE!!! Just because ONE is RUDE doesnt mean he represents ALL of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln24"&gt;20)WHEN A GUY SACRIFICES HIS SLEEP AND HEALTH JUST TO TALK TO YOU, HE REALLY LIKES YOU AND WANTS TO BE WITH YOU AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ln25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)Even if you dump a guy months ago and he loved you he probably still does and if he had one wish it would be you to come back into his life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-9026304080330888735?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/9026304080330888735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=9026304080330888735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/9026304080330888735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/9026304080330888735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-time-to-hear-our-side-of-story.html' title='Its time to hear our side of the story...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-7831741171380286136</id><published>2008-09-06T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:14:27.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first car</title><content type='html'>After 3 months of being too lazy to take some pics of my new car, I finally did it. I was at a friend's place and he wanted me to take some shots of him and his office, when I was free I took pics of my car at the same time. It isn't much but I'm proud that I bought my own car. Anyway, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SMKde8DMLKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/PM7GjRYxhek/s1600-h/IMG_1772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SMKde8DMLKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/PM7GjRYxhek/s400/IMG_1772.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242926071053823138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SMKdejFtYcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WJdCeAGawos/s1600-h/IMG_1769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SMKdejFtYcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WJdCeAGawos/s400/IMG_1769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242926064353501634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SMKde2VvgnI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SRd17n_IUyk/s1600-h/IMG_1771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SMKde2VvgnI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SRd17n_IUyk/s400/IMG_1771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242926069521023602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SMKdehI8tpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/R7emBCwc37U/s1600-h/IMG_1768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SMKdehI8tpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/R7emBCwc37U/s400/IMG_1768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242926063830218386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-7831741171380286136?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/7831741171380286136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=7831741171380286136' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/7831741171380286136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/7831741171380286136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-car.html' title='My first car'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SMKde8DMLKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/PM7GjRYxhek/s72-c/IMG_1772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-5859963643262078101</id><published>2008-09-01T01:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:46:22.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Sepang Gold Coast</title><content type='html'>On the 30th of August 2008, I gathered members of my extended family and headed down to Sepang Gold Coast in Bagan Lalang. I haven't been there before so the only directions I got from my friend was left, right, right, right, left. There were no real landmarks, so thats all I had. Fortunately, there were some new signboards, so I manged to follow them all the way. It was a bloody 2 hour journey. Anyway, when we reached there we expected a really outskirt kind of beach but instead the beach was developed and very beautiful. There were also a lot of hotels and beach side stalls. The only thing missing was the boat rides. Other than that, the beach was amazingly clean and the water was not as salty as Port Dickson. The sand a very fine and it was so flat and soft that we loved playing beach football on it. The was a villa estate under construction on the beach and I heard that they were going for rm600k to rm1 mill each. The ones that I saw were right on the water, built on stilts. It looked amazing. I'll definitely go back there when I feel like heading to the beach in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photos, photos, photos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLrWVGzQbBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KUkxy6NtVCs/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLrWVGzQbBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KUkxy6NtVCs/s400/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240736774490188818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Welcome to Sepang Gold Coast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLrW2uKfiwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ud0etIGCyg4/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLrW2uKfiwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ud0etIGCyg4/s400/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240737351992314626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLrXdDhbcvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WFaARqrCgDA/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLrXdDhbcvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WFaARqrCgDA/s400/Picture+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240738010560688882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It was one of those days that I felt like a poser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLrYpd_671I/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZxBkisEiRaU/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLrYpd_671I/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZxBkisEiRaU/s400/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240739323337961298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I dunno what to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLrX-GdhClI/AAAAAAAAAPo/MCUbPJ83Jgc/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLrX-GdhClI/AAAAAAAAAPo/MCUbPJ83Jgc/s400/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240738578285267538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The whole gang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-5859963643262078101?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5859963643262078101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=5859963643262078101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5859963643262078101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5859963643262078101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/09/trip-to-sepang-gold-coast.html' title='Trip to Sepang Gold Coast'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLrWVGzQbBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KUkxy6NtVCs/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-270483225900811401</id><published>2008-08-30T05:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T05:18:21.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working life...</title><content type='html'>I'm in the 4th month of my full-time working life now and  things have changed. I guess I feel a bit more responsible for whatever I do, in regards to work. Working life isn't as easy as I thought it would be. I struggled a lot to allocate time for my social life, but I feel that its going down the drain. On the slightly more positive side, working life gave me my freedom, financially and socially. I'm accountable for myself now, so I don't need anyone's approval to do what I want. Working life also pressures me to learn more about my job and improve on my knowledge of my area of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love working with software applications and systems. The environment is so dynamic that a new challenge presents itself everyday and I feel like I want to find out and solve it immediately. My teammate are amazing, they give me the support and morale boost that I need to get by everyday. My gang of friends at work, I couldn't have asked for a better group. They are the best. So, I'm glad I made the right choice of job. We'll see where the future takes me. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLhnOKe77XI/AAAAAAAAAPI/H1pBY8_BKhE/s1600-h/n548415341_1365404_3169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLhnOKe77XI/AAAAAAAAAPI/H1pBY8_BKhE/s400/n548415341_1365404_3169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240051659475512690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The Macha Gang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-270483225900811401?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/270483225900811401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=270483225900811401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/270483225900811401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/270483225900811401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/08/working-life.html' title='Working life...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLhnOKe77XI/AAAAAAAAAPI/H1pBY8_BKhE/s72-c/n548415341_1365404_3169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-7230371849889439281</id><published>2008-08-25T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:14:54.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish List: HTC Touch Diamond</title><content type='html'>Been eyeing this PDA phone for quite awhile now. Thought I would rather buy iPhone 3G, but now that I think of it, until iPhone has a local carrier here in Malaysia I wouldn't want to take the risk.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238365387449984818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLJpkNqoZzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/F0IgqAs2cTM/s400/Samsung-Omnia-vs-HTC-Diamon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Why would I want to buy this phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Diamond has a attractive display and comes with a dedicated 64MB chipset. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Diamond has a better design, more compact body and lighter weight, as compared to most other PDA phones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diamond's TouchFLO 3D technology, better graphics on the interface. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Similarly Diamond's Touch-sensitive scroll wheel is very useful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diamond comes with a Standard miniUSB slot which offers flexibility.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Diamond has good video playback performance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Malaysia, the price should be around RM2200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna sponsor one for me? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-7230371849889439281?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/7230371849889439281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=7230371849889439281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/7230371849889439281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/7230371849889439281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/08/wish-list-htc-touch-diamond.html' title='Wish List: HTC Touch Diamond'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLJpkNqoZzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/F0IgqAs2cTM/s72-c/Samsung-Omnia-vs-HTC-Diamon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-5613440381638379257</id><published>2008-08-25T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:46:54.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a choice?</title><content type='html'>Well, I was watching the Matrix Trilogy again after a very long time (one of my top 10 favourite movies of all time) and a question from the movie stuck to my mind. What is a choice? A choice is a judgment between different paths Everyone wants choices but hate to decide on which ones to take. After watching the movie, I realize that there are 2 types of people, one that decides to take the choice that other people expect them to take and one that takes a leap of faith to gamble on a choice that other people might frown upon. I guess the message that I got from the movie was to 'dare to be different'. Why should I follow the path that society had bestowed upon me? Why should I be normal? I want to do things unexpectedly, just for myself and not for the amusement of others. Its time to live for myself and those who are important to me and stop caring for the ones who are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLGeATCW4PI/AAAAAAAAAOo/bcOFhNec9JU/s1600-h/6-matrix-you-wont-have-to.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLGeATCW4PI/AAAAAAAAAOo/bcOFhNec9JU/s320/6-matrix-you-wont-have-to.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238141569555947762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;We can truly be ourselves only when we dare to be different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-5613440381638379257?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5613440381638379257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=5613440381638379257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5613440381638379257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5613440381638379257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-choice.html' title='What is a choice?'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SLGeATCW4PI/AAAAAAAAAOo/bcOFhNec9JU/s72-c/6-matrix-you-wont-have-to.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-6562238437742824065</id><published>2008-08-05T13:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:36:28.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unit 731... and you thought the Nazi was the worst...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unit 731 (731 部隊, Nana-san-ichi butai?) was a covert biological and chemical warfare research and development unit of the Imperial Japanese Army that undertook lethal human experimentation during the Second Sino-Japanese War (1937–1945) and World War II. It was responsible for some of the most notorious war crimes carried out by Japanese personnel. Officially known by the Imperial Japanese Army as the Kempeitai Political Department and Epidemic Prevention Research Laboratory, it was initially set up under the Kempeitai military police of the Empire of Japan to develop weapons of mass destruction for potential use against Chinese, and possibly Soviet forces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unit 731 was based in the Pingfang district of the city of Harbin in the puppet state of Manchukuo.&lt;br /&gt;Shiro Ishii, commander of Unit 731More than ten thousand people, from which around 600 every year were provided by the kempeitai, were subjects of the experimentation conducted by Unit 731. These were both civilian and military of Chinese, Korean, Mongolian, and Russian origin. Some American and European Allied prisoners of war also died at the hands of Unit 731. In addition, the use of biological weapons researched in Unit 731's bioweapons and chemical weapons programs resulted in tens of thousands of military and civilian deaths in China – possibly as many as 200,000 casualties by some estimates.&lt;br /&gt;Unit 731 was the headquarters of many subsidiary units used by the Japanese to research biological warfare; other units included Unit 516 (Qiqihar), Unit 543 (Hailar), Unit 773 (Songo unit), Unit 100 (Changchun), Unit Ei 1644 (Nanjing), Unit 1855 (Beijing), Unit 8604 (Guangzhou), Unit 200 (Manchuria) and Unit 9420 (Singapore).&lt;br /&gt;Many of the scientists involved in Unit 731 went on to prominent careers in post-war politics, academia, business, and medicine. Some were arrested by Soviet forces and tried at the Khabarovsk War Crime Trials; others, who surrendered to the Americans, were granted amnesty in exchange for access to the data collected by them.&lt;br /&gt;Because of their brutality, Unit 731's actions have now been declared by the United Nations to have been crimes against humanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A special project code-named Maruta used human beings for experiments. Test subjects were gathered from the surrounding population and were sometimes referred to euphemistically as "logs" (丸太, maruta?). This term originated as a joke on the part of the staff due to the fact that the official cover story for the facility given to the local authorities was that it was a lumber mill. The test subjects were selected to give a wide cross section of the population, and included common criminals, captured bandits and anti-Japanese partisans, political prisoners, and also people rounded up by the secret police for alleged "suspicious activities" and included infants, the elderly, and pregnant women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivisection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prisoners of war were subjected to vivisection without anesthesia. Vivisections were performed on prisoners after infecting them with various diseases. Scientists performed invasive surgery on prisoners, removing organs to study the effects of disease on the human body. These were conducted while the patients were alive because it was feared that the decomposition process would affect the results. The infected and vivisected prisoners included men, women, children, and infants.Vivisections were also performed on pregnant women, sometimes impregnated by doctors, and the fetus removed. Prisoners had limbs amputated in order to study blood loss. Those limbs that were removed were sometimes re-attached to the opposite sides of the body. Some prisoners' limbs were frozen and amputated, while others had limbs frozen then thawed to study the effects of the resultant untreated gangrene and rotting. Some prisoners had their stomachs surgically removed and the esophagus reattached to the intestines. Parts of the brain, lungs, liver, etc. were removed from some prisoners. In 2007, Doctor Ken Yuasa testified to the Japan Times that "I was afraid during my first vivisection, but the second time around, it was much easier. By the third time, I was willing to do it." He believes at least 1,000 persons, including surgeons, were involved in vivisections over mainland China. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weapons testing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Human targets were used to test grenades positioned at various distances and in different positions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Flame throwers were tested on humans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Humans were tied to stakes and used as targets to test germ-releasing bombs, chemical weapons and explosive bombs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Germ warfare attacks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;Prisoners were injected with inoculations of disease, disguised as vaccinations, to study their effects. To study the effects of untreated venereal diseases, male and female prisoners were deliberately infected with syphilis and gonorrhea, then studied. Prisoners were infested with fleas in order to acquire large quantities of disease-carrying fleas for the purposes of studying the viability of germ warfare. Plague fleas, infected clothing, and infected supplies encased in bombs were dropped on various targets. The resulting cholera, anthrax, and plague were estimated to have killed around 200,000 Chinese civilians.Tularemia was tested on Chinese civilians. Unit 731 and its affiliated units (Unit 1644, Unit 100, et cetera) were actively involved not only in research and development, but also in experimental deployment of epidemic-creating biowarfare weapons in assaults against the Chinese populace (both civilian and military) throughout World War II. Plague-infested fleas, bred in the laboratories of Unit 731 and Unit 1644, were spread by low-flying airplanes upon Chinese cities, coastal Ningbo in 1940, and Changde, Hunan Province, in 1941. This military aerial spraying killed thousands of people with bubonic plague epidemics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other experiments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prisoners were subjected to other experiments such as:&lt;br /&gt;being hung upside down to see how long it would take for them to choke to death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;having air injected into their arteries to determine the time until the onset of embolism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;having horse urine injected into their kidneys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;being deprived of food and water to determine the length of time until death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;being placed into high-pressure chambers until death. being exposed to extreme temperatures and developed frostbite to determine how long humans could survive with such an affliction, and to determine the effects of rotting and gangrene on human flesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;having experiments performed upon prisoners to determine the relationship between temperature, burns, and human survival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;being placed into centrifuges and spun until dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;having animal blood injected and the effects studied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;being exposed to lethal doses of x-ray radiation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;having various chemical weapons tested on prisoners inside gas chambers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;being injected with sea water to determine if it could be a substitute for saline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-6562238437742824065?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/6562238437742824065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=6562238437742824065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/6562238437742824065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/6562238437742824065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/08/unit-731-and-you-thought-nazi-was-worst.html' title='Unit 731... and you thought the Nazi was the worst...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-8971494356358242534</id><published>2008-08-04T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:06:29.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The History of the Middle Finger</title><content type='html'>Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of all captured English soldiers. Without the middle finger it would be impossible to draw the renowned English longbow and therefore they would be incapable of fighting in the future. This famous English longbow was made of the native English Yew tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was known as “plucking the yew” (or “pluck yew”). &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French, saying, See, we can still pluck yew! Since ‘pluck yew’ is rather difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodentals fricative F’, and thus the words often used in conjunction with the one-finger-salute! It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used with the longbow that the symbolic gesture is known as “giving the bird.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230601691861822146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SJbUhpz7KsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qyaAg3vmCQs/s400/middle-finger-black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT IS STILL AN APPROPRIATE SALUTE TO THE FRENCH TODAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yew thought yew knew every plucking thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-8971494356358242534?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8971494356358242534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=8971494356358242534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8971494356358242534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8971494356358242534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/08/history-of-middle-finger.html' title='The History of the Middle Finger'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SJbUhpz7KsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qyaAg3vmCQs/s72-c/middle-finger-black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-8905950409962232108</id><published>2008-06-21T19:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:30:37.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronaldo... following Becks' footsteps of disgrace</title><content type='html'>Was it greed or just plain stupidity? Christiano Ronaldo kept suggesting about his switch Madrid since the end of the previous BPL season. 2 days ago he confirmed it. A 300,000 pounds per week salary at a fallen Spanish club? I really can't understand why he calls it a dream. United are the BPL champs and the European champs, isn't that a bigger dream? Who was Ronaldo before United bought him? Well, for one, it better that he leaves because United is a team of champions and champions do not betray their own club. Beckham did the same when he was at his peak and look where he is now... look at what he achieved in Madrid... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFzupo5U9tI/AAAAAAAAAOI/h4_U91Fhe4Y/s1600-h/half.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFzupo5U9tI/AAAAAAAAAOI/h4_U91Fhe4Y/s320/half.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214304867708106450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which one's the bigger betrayer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo said that Scolari advise him to move to Madrid, kind of obvious that Scolari was saying that to get rid of Ronaldo from the BPL just because he's Chelsea's new manager and he thinks that United will be weak without Ronaldo. News flash for Scolari: United is not an individual, United is a team. So, I don't think we'll miss Ronaldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFzvj5UTJ8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/7mGRcCVF-9w/s1600-h/p1_robinho_0216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFzvj5UTJ8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/7mGRcCVF-9w/s320/p1_robinho_0216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214305868548614082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Robinho: Ronaldo's replacement? Or someone better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumors have been circulating that Real might offload Robinho to United as part of Ronaldo's 100,000,000 pound transfer from United. Robinho has stated recently that he wouldn't mind a move to United. I think if thats the swap, Robinho would be great for us. The coming week will be crucial for us. Just wait and see... Glory glory Man United!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update (30/06/08):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Hitler hates Ronaldo now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1MCmUKZJYTY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1MCmUKZJYTY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-8905950409962232108?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8905950409962232108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=8905950409962232108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8905950409962232108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8905950409962232108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/06/ronaldo-following-becks-footsteps-of.html' title='Ronaldo... following Becks&apos; footsteps of disgrace'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFzupo5U9tI/AAAAAAAAAOI/h4_U91Fhe4Y/s72-c/half.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-701554451484515810</id><published>2008-06-18T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:09:35.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me @ The Med</title><content type='html'>If you could find heaven in Malaysia... It would be at Cherating's Club Med. I spent my previous weekend there for 3 days and I really didn't want to come back here. Beach, babes and booze, what else would you want? It was actually a company trip, so it was FREE. We enjoyed the activities around the grounds during the day and partied like animals at night with a free flow of booze. Met this really hot chick there and drank till I couldn't drink anymore. The food was also fantastic as we had about 100 different dishes for every buffet meal. Given a choice, I would really like to go back there someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFkG1VdS5eI/AAAAAAAAANQ/HVEdGnjN4gY/s1600-h/IMG_1295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFkG1VdS5eI/AAAAAAAAANQ/HVEdGnjN4gY/s320/IMG_1295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213205557020911074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me sippin' Club Med's Monkey Juice at the beach bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFkG16Bv0iI/AAAAAAAAANY/yv-4SY3_un0/s1600-h/IMG_1317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFkG16Bv0iI/AAAAAAAAANY/yv-4SY3_un0/s320/IMG_1317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213205566837477922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The Macha gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFkG2kWVETI/AAAAAAAAANg/p-_1D7bGdMA/s1600-h/IMG_1332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFkG2kWVETI/AAAAAAAAANg/p-_1D7bGdMA/s320/IMG_1332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213205578198094130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't we look wasted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFkG2nKJzUI/AAAAAAAAANo/pTYns34VSmI/s1600-h/IMG_1316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFkG2nKJzUI/AAAAAAAAANo/pTYns34VSmI/s320/IMG_1316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213205578952330562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Me and the 'intern gang' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFkG3FMVIrI/AAAAAAAAANw/ouVlJ6Mi_Dg/s1600-h/IMG_1323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFkG3FMVIrI/AAAAAAAAANw/ouVlJ6Mi_Dg/s320/IMG_1323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213205587014525618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and Prasad chillin' under the trees at the beach... it was so freaking relaxing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFkHhGQuGRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/AtsROBegc9E/s1600-h/IMG_1313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFkHhGQuGRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/AtsROBegc9E/s320/IMG_1313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213206308855879954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hurmmm... me and my Bombay Blue... I think this was drink no.9 of the night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFkHhPhO8YI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-hRHHjpwYgU/s1600-h/IMG_1292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFkHhPhO8YI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-hRHHjpwYgU/s320/IMG_1292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213206311341060482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compare this with PD... which one would you rather visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-701554451484515810?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/701554451484515810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=701554451484515810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/701554451484515810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/701554451484515810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-med.html' title='Me @ The Med'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SFkG1VdS5eI/AAAAAAAAANQ/HVEdGnjN4gY/s72-c/IMG_1295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-849290871481643759</id><published>2008-05-24T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T01:27:00.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to get my priorities straight</title><content type='html'>Now that I've started working, I've been thinking about what I want in life. Most people would say a car, a house, and some even say "I want a dog". But what I'm thinking about runs deeper. I want to be 'someone'. I don't want to kick the bucket regretting things that I haven't done. I want to be a person that dies peacefully with the thought that 'I've been there and done that'. And of course I want someone to share it with, I'm still looking for that angel that heaven sent for me. Then I'll be able to say that "I have everything", because she would be my everything. Well, it time for me to work on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Update (26 May 08) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;All my ambitions just got shot down after I talked to my dad. Looks like at this young age I've got to tie myself down to a lot of commitments... haih... life is so sucky now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-849290871481643759?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/849290871481643759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=849290871481643759' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/849290871481643759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/849290871481643759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-to-get-my-priorities-straight.html' title='Time to get my priorities straight'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-5417950153315561773</id><published>2008-05-08T23:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:44:57.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says Britian ain't got no talent... makes Malaysia Idol and AF look like shite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zaBsshIYT2w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zaBsshIYT2w&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Suleman Mirza (Surprised the shite out of Simon Cowell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DelJrP3P7tA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DelJrP3P7tA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul Potts (An opera singer? Does he look like one? You'd be surprised)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gn5L5U92_54&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gn5L5U92_54&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Connie Talbot (She's only 6 years old and sings better than Fantasia Barrino)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch that and tell me these people ain't talented. They're damn bloody good. They're on a show called Britian's Got Talent. Judged by Simon Cowell and 2 other Brits. Puts American Idol to shame although its a talent show not a singing competition like American Idol. Why can't the shite singers from Akedemi Fantasia and Malaysian Idol sing like that? Well, if you say that its because we Asians aren't as talented as them, have a look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l0AEfAVDOX8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l0AEfAVDOX8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane Zhang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-5417950153315561773?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5417950153315561773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=5417950153315561773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5417950153315561773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5417950153315561773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-says-britian-aint-got-no-talent.html' title='Who says Britian ain&apos;t got no talent... makes Malaysia Idol and AF look like shite...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-3135731447815726463</id><published>2008-05-08T15:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:50:11.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Brown's With You... I really like this song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=22446691&amp;amp;v=2&amp;amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I need you boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I gotta see you boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Said there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I need you boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I gotta see you boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Said there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hey lil mama, ooh you're a stunner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hot little figure, yes you a winner, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm so glad to be yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You're a class of your own and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ooh little cutie, when you talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I swear the whole world stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You're my sweetheart and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm so glad that you're mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You are one of a kind, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You mean to me what I mean to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And together baby there is nothing we won't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;'Cause if I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't need money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't need cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Girl you're my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And oh, I'm into you and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Girl no one else would do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;With every kiss and every hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You make me fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And now I know I can't be the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I bet there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;With the love of their life who feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What I feel when I'm with you, with you, with you, with you, with you... girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;With you, with you, with you, with you, with you... Oh girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't want nobody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Without you there's noone left, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You're like Jordans on Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I gotta have you and I cannot wait now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hey lil shorty, say you care for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You know I care for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You know that I will be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You know that I won't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You know that I will try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Be your everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;'Cause if I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't need money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't need cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Girl you're my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Oh, I'm into you and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Girl no one else would do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;With every kiss and every hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You make me fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And now I know I can't be the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I bet there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;With the love of their life who feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What I feel when I'm with you, with you, with you, with you, with you... ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;With you, with you, with you, with you, with you... Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And I will never try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;To deny that you are my whole life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;'Cause if you ever let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I would die so I won't run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't need another woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I just need you or nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;'Cause if I got that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Then I'll be straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Baby you're the best part of my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I need you boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I gotta see you boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Said there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;They need their boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;They gotta see their boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Said there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hearts all over the world tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And oh, I'm into you and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Girl no one else would do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;With every kiss and every hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You make me fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And now I know I can't be the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I bet there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;With the love of their life who feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What I feel when I'm with you, with you, with you, with you, with you... ohhh(girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;With you, with you, with you, with you, with you... ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;With you, with you, with you, with you, with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;With you, with you, with you, with you, with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Baby yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can listen to this song over and over again. The lyrics are really meaningful. It describes the feeling of being in love. I guess I miss that feeling, its been a year since I last felt that way. You know, Elizabeth Barret Browning once said "I love you not only for who you are but for who I am when I'm with you". I still believe in that ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-3135731447815726463?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/3135731447815726463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=3135731447815726463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/3135731447815726463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/3135731447815726463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/05/chris-browns-with-you-i-really-like.html' title='Chris Brown&apos;s With You... I really like this song...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-5380833042387771711</id><published>2008-05-08T15:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:33:19.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want Man United to win the EPL crown!</title><content type='html'>Its down to the wire. Man United and Chelsea are level on points and both have one last game in hand. Man United vs. Wigan, Chelsea vs. Bolton. Steve Bruce (Wigan Manager) has said that he won't do United any favors, he will be going for the win. Bolton on the other hand,  who are 5th from the bottom haven't really said anything about their clash with Chelsea and United's hopes and dream are in their hands. Looking at how United have preformed over the whole season, I think that they deserve the number 1 spot up the table. Chelsea used their money and influence to win games and this is not how real football is played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this Saturday I'm going to glue myself to the sofa in front of the TV to watch both matches. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for United to win. Glory! Glory! Man United! Ronaldo, Tevez &amp;amp; Rooney... the fate of us fans lay on ur shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SCKrgB2aUqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/SGxZbIoSyn8/s1600-h/tevez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SCKrgB2aUqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/SGxZbIoSyn8/s200/tevez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197905486679790242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SCKrNB2aUoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/P2v5JztZrg8/s1600-h/rooney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SCKrNB2aUoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/P2v5JztZrg8/s200/rooney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197905160262275714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SCKrWx2aUpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/i25CkK56mEs/s1600-h/cristiano-ronaldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SCKrWx2aUpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/i25CkK56mEs/s320/cristiano-ronaldo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197905327766000274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Holy Trinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-5380833042387771711?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5380833042387771711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=5380833042387771711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5380833042387771711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5380833042387771711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-want-man-united-to-win-epl-crown.html' title='I want Man United to win the EPL crown!'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SCKrgB2aUqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/SGxZbIoSyn8/s72-c/tevez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-5434225765817182822</id><published>2008-05-04T02:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:56:29.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need A Car!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start working in Cyber Jaya soon, on the 12th of May, and I still don't have a car to drive up and down. My dad says "Use public transport!" and I was like ".............". Haih... anyway I'm going to get the down payment from somewhere and maybe get the new Saga BLM or Persona (Proton cars, if u don't know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SByzZBx_EnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JwyO5zJxuAA/s1600-h/Proton_Saga_GTI_Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SByzZBx_EnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JwyO5zJxuAA/s400/Proton_Saga_GTI_Large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196225312634901106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Saga BLM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SByzqBx_EoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ICvZhWWU8Oc/s1600-h/img60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SByzqBx_EoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ICvZhWWU8Oc/s400/img60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196225604692677250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because they are cheap and they don't look like a chick's car. But obviously the Saga BLM (M-Line, manual, 1.3) is cheaper, about RM35k. The Persona is about RM45k (B-Line, manual, 1.6). If I had a choice, then I'd rather go for the Persona... but because of my limited budget, I don't think I want to burden myself at this point of time. Maybe later on I'll switch to some other car thats not a Proton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream car is still:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBy0bxx_EpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9ciL55e3gm0/s1600-h/mazda+RX8+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBy0bxx_EpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9ciL55e3gm0/s400/mazda+RX8+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196226459391169170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mazda RX 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I must get this car before I turn 30. I don't know, but there's something about this car that turns heads whenever its spotted. We'll see what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-5434225765817182822?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5434225765817182822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=5434225765817182822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5434225765817182822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5434225765817182822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-car.html' title='I Need A Car!!!'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SByzZBx_EnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JwyO5zJxuAA/s72-c/Proton_Saga_GTI_Large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-4838814039201688675</id><published>2008-05-02T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:33:19.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Dreamgirl: Cindy Tey is rubbish</title><content type='html'>On one hand I can't believe that Cindy Tey won the Malaysian Dream Girl competition (www.malaysiandreamgirl.tv), on the other I'm not surprised that she did, since she practically BOUGHT the competition. How can a MALAYSIA DREAMGIRL be cocky, arrogant and so darn bitchy??? If you take a look at Episode 16, Part 6, she thanks her friend (on the phone) for spamming SMS votes. This is non-sense. And I believe that I'm not the only person who's pissed with her attitude. Her blog had been spammed with negative comments all this while. Seriously, this competition is non-sense. Although I really didn't care about the outcome of this competition but to an extent, as a Malaysian, I wouldn't want a bitch like her to represent Malaysia as our Dreamgirl. I would have been content with either Hanis or Adeline, but not Cindy. She's just the typical bitch, can't get a better stereotype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBqnihx_EmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/dBeZc8rRBBs/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBqnihx_EmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/dBeZc8rRBBs/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195649331750703714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. If you're a Cindy fan, and you think I'm being harsh? Screw you, I'm only human, and I say what I feel. Post whatever comments you like, support me or criticize me, I don't care. But face it, this is the truth, if you're a normal Malaysian guy, you would agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-4838814039201688675?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/4838814039201688675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=4838814039201688675' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/4838814039201688675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/4838814039201688675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/05/malaysian-dreamgirl-cindy-tey-is.html' title='Malaysian Dreamgirl: Cindy Tey is rubbish'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBqnihx_EmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/dBeZc8rRBBs/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-8046257561178205305</id><published>2008-04-28T03:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T04:00:01.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering the Lion's Den for an... Interview???</title><content type='html'>I've just finished my finals. Now that I've completed my degree, its time to look for a job... but with which company? Well, thanks to my senior (Joseph) and my Head of Program (Alain), they managed to hook me up with SHELL!!! Shell is an IT person's dream come true, mainly because their IT department is one of the most efficient and technologically advanced in the world. Their IT Department here in Malaysia services the entire Shell organization throughout the world... so imagine the awe and excitement…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBTasBx_ElI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4uDD63HgbRo/s1600-h/shell_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBTasBx_ElI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4uDD63HgbRo/s400/shell_logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194016720192213586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went for an interview with them last Tuesday. They were very impressed by the way I presented myself and of course my academic excellence (only I know that’s crap) LOL! Then before the end, they asked me 2 important questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;         What do you expect in terms of salary?&lt;br /&gt;         My answer: I would say 3k at least because I know I can deliver.&lt;br /&gt;             Their reaction: Ok *writes down the figure on my resume*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;              What sports do you play?&lt;br /&gt;         My answer: Football of course.&lt;br /&gt;             Their reaction: Thank God that we finally have someone that plays football!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All in all, it was a very successful interview and 2 days later they confirmed that they were hiring me and we began talks on my contract for the position of Client Deployment Engineer. So, Shell will be my home for the next few years. To get into this place is amazing and I hope to learn enough to become an expert in the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-8046257561178205305?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8046257561178205305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=8046257561178205305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8046257561178205305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8046257561178205305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/04/entering-lions-den-for-interview.html' title='Entering the Lion&apos;s Den for an... Interview???'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBTasBx_ElI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4uDD63HgbRo/s72-c/shell_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-592124763064624996</id><published>2008-04-26T02:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T03:21:40.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Dreamgirl: Couture Batik comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;Written by guest author A.Chong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo source: &lt;/span&gt;http://www.malaysiandreamgirl.tv/gallery07.html&lt;br /&gt;(Please click on the pics to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBIrIRx_EdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o5VQfEFE2ZA/s1600-h/adeline.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBIrIRx_EdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o5VQfEFE2ZA/s200/adeline.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193260741523608018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What’s up with the leg?  The way it bent made her looked damn unnatural.  The picture looked scary as her right arm is missing! What is this? Some sort of Japanese horror movie poster?  She really looked like those “lala” gal I see in discos and pubs.  Maybe the show should start looking for girls selling Marlboro and Carlsberg in Bangsar.  Malaysian dream girl????  Her expression says it all: boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBIrwRx_EfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CfCRFCBPALM/s1600-h/cindy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBIrwRx_EfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CfCRFCBPALM/s200/cindy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193261428718375410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What the hell? Who the hell is the photographer? Look at her face.  Did the cameraman forgot to say “1,2,3..”? She looked like she didn’t know her photo was taken.  Look at her mouth. Is that a smile? Did she forget to close her lips? Or was that meant to be sexy??? They should change the theme to “Boring expression”… or “Expressionless”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBIspBx_EgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yZCc0cnh_Ws/s1600-h/hanis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBIspBx_EgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yZCc0cnh_Ws/s200/hanis.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193262403675951618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncomfortable.  That is how I felt looking at the picture.  I am sure she felt the same way too judging from her post and her expression.  Why is she raising her arms while bending one of her leg?  Imagine this, you go to check into your hotel room, turn on the light, and you see Hanis wearing this and with the same pose.  I will be freak out if I see someone posing like her.  Too much yoga classes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBIs2hx_EhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_UVO5lOCkgQ/s1600-h/jay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBIs2hx_EhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_UVO5lOCkgQ/s200/jay.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193262635604185618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh dear.  This picture is just fucked up.  Is she smiling? Is she trying to look hot? Is she chewing some food?  I think her nose has become the center of attention in the picture.  Why? Simple, it is just too big.  She looked stunt.  I would too if I knew this picture will be shown to everyone.  By the way, she looked more like a mother of two rather than a Malaysian dream girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBItDhx_EiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YSf2ItVncpc/s1600-h/nadia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBItDhx_EiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YSf2ItVncpc/s200/nadia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193262858942485026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Given that others have been crap, I guess this picture is slightly better than the others.  However, her hair looks messy.  Her body does not look proportionate in this picture as well.  You know how women like to complain that they have a big butt. Well Nadia, this pic does make you look like you have a big butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBItQRx_EjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ncV_hqJHwGM/s1600-h/ringo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBItQRx_EjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ncV_hqJHwGM/s200/ringo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193263077985817138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha.  Yes, this is my first reaction when I saw the pic.  It looks like some sort of advert for perfume.  “Smell my arm pit…..”.   I hope she does not wear this in the jungle or she will be eaten as she looks like a grasshopper as well.  Very unnatural post.  You want to know how the pro and hot chik does it? Look below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBInERx_EUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/k2haPUdS038/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBInERx_EUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/k2haPUdS038/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193256274757620034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBInDhx_ETI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H7I-3ymCRV0/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBInDhx_ETI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H7I-3ymCRV0/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193256261872718130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Similar post, different feel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why? Could be just her face and body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I know Ringo is a buddy of Kenny Sia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Could the post have been some bad advice from Kenny Sia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-592124763064624996?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/592124763064624996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=592124763064624996' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/592124763064624996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/592124763064624996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/04/malaysian-dreamgirl-couture-batik.html' title='Malaysian Dreamgirl: Couture Batik comments'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SBIrIRx_EdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o5VQfEFE2ZA/s72-c/adeline.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-320624511436262668</id><published>2008-03-23T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T02:23:38.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem no.9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeling Lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When emptiness drains the heart,&lt;br /&gt;And regret cripples the mind,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were back at the start,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to erase faults of all kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All alone with no one to clutch,&lt;br /&gt;Craving for affection to no avail,&lt;br /&gt;Watching couples share love so much,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder if I would prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each passing moment I pray,&lt;br /&gt;For God to send my angle this way,&lt;br /&gt;Created by him for myself wholly,&lt;br /&gt;A cure for a sickness called lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be a prayer from deep within me,&lt;br /&gt;A silent cry to the great powers above,&lt;br /&gt;That they listen and have pity upon me,&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow they bring me my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another poem written out of frustration. Don't know if it even makes sense. At least when i wrote it, it did. I'm drained... need inspiration... I feel like banging my head against the wall... oh well, life must go on... hopefully the next poem I write would be a happy one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-320624511436262668?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/320624511436262668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=320624511436262668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/320624511436262668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/320624511436262668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/03/poem-no9.html' title='Poem no.9'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-3974938607344220848</id><published>2008-03-10T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:43:05.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could be a Jumper...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div align='justify'&gt;I just watched the movie Jumper. It got me thinking, if we had the power to manipulate time and space like that... it would be incredible. The ability to defy the laws of quantum physics to travel to any place in the world in the blink of an eye. There are places I want to be, people I want to meet, and things I want to feel. Above all, there is one place I really want to be and one person I really want to meet at this point of my life. It would mean the world to me if I could spend just 5 minutes with her... I would give the world for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would bring her across the world to anywhere she wants to go. Catching the breeze at the top of the Eiffel tower, gazing at the beauty of the lawns of India’s Taj Mahal, having lunch near the Leaning tower of Pisa, a romantic walk in Central Park, and finally dancing under the moonlight on a gondola travelling the channels of Venice. How would that feel? I wonder…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-3974938607344220848?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/3974938607344220848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=3974938607344220848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/3974938607344220848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/3974938607344220848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wish-i-could-be-jumper.html' title='I wish I could be a Jumper...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-655340684490334216</id><published>2008-03-08T15:46:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T18:27:41.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Dreamgirl... another flop? Can't tell yet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.malaysiandreamgirl.tv"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/R9JkofeHC3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Kh-_7VhhZpQ/s400/msia_dreamgurl_logo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175309568607456114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian Dream Girl??? Please, not another corny Malaysian reality show. Akademi Fantasia, Malaysian Idol, Cornetto Love Perhaps and may more were all failures. This one remains to be seen. From the 1st 2 episode, I really can't tell whether its a failure just yet but its walking a very fine line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is called Malaysian Dream Girl but its actually a model search reality show. Stealing the concept from America's Next Top Model. My definition of a dream girl does not relate to models in any way. I mean a dream girl does not have to be a model and a model does not have to be a dream girl. They are 2 separate things. For a dream girl, I would firstly look for qualities of the heart. For a model, I would rather look for physical qualities mostly. This is because a dream girl is someone that you would eventually love to fall in love with and she has to have the perfect qualities in terms of a compatible character and something mysterious about her that makes you want to dream about her when you sleep and think about her when you're awake. As for model, you would want to make sure that she has that mass appeal that would make anyone want to watch her on the run-way and you would definitely want her to have commercial value, to attract clients, therefore so cannot be appealing to one person alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth did they pick Kenny Sia as a judge? He's horny everytime a girl gets to within 20 feet of him. His favorite lines: "Sex-bomb. sex-bomb", "You were one of my favorite contestants from the last round" (God knows how many times he had said that to most of the contestants) and the classic "*drools*". The website said that the reason they picked him was to get the opinion of a normal Malaysian guy, but he makes Malaysian guys look like sex-hungry beasts who drool over any girl thats shows off skin and wears a short skirt. Thats not normal, that just Kenny thinking with his private part and not his head. I would say thats being a bit too biased. Thank god they picked Elaine Daily and Lim Jimmy to be the other 2 SENSIBLE judges. I think the both of them are very fair to the contestants and they really speak their mind from their experience in the fashion world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My evaluation of the Top 12 (actually 13 because I don't know why the top 12 on the show is different than the one on the website)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Fiqa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Her problem area was so obvious in Episode 2, her tummy. I could see it from the moment she started walking towards the stage. She seems like the typical 'dumb blond', metaphorically. When asked who she would like to represent (in terms of a product line), she said "Victoria's Secret"... please, with a body like that? She would make Heidi Klum look terribly skinny.  I really can't think of any plus points for her, everything seems to be negative. Word of advice, do you know what Victoria's secret really is? The secret is... lose weight and look like a real model!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (Rating: 1/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hanis&lt;/span&gt; - Sweet and very straight forward, she doesn't pretend to be someone she's not, like most of the other contestants. The fact that she ditched her boyfriend to join the show proves that she's motivated and ready for challenges. I guess the only problems with her would be that she seems very shy and nervous when she exposes herself (in relation to the tights she wore in Episode 2). Has a lot of potential if groomed properly and she need to put on a bit of weight. Note to Hanis: get the extra weight from Fiqa, she seems to have a bank full of it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Rating: 6/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Adeline&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A bit too stiff and nervous at the same time. Does not speak up properly, shows a lack of persona and can't really stand out in a crowd because of that. She needs to learn to talk more to sell herself to the public, instead of just talking when there's questions to be answered. Bad catwalk. She won't last long in this show.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (Rating: 3/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ringo&lt;/span&gt; - Bubbly personality, thats good. But sadly she was marching instead of cat walking. I think she lives in a bubble (like the malay proverb: "katak di bawah tempurung"), because she said she hasn't had a sad moment in her life... which is very weird. Has potential... a bit... not much... By the way, she kinda looks like presenter Jamie Yeoh, the one on ESPN's Football Crazy show. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Rating: 4/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Valerie&lt;/span&gt; - Really amoi-ish. Where's the model personality??? Tummy, tummy, tummy.The tummy problem seems to be a common issue among the 12 girls in this show, except for a select few. Finally the big hair? Val, this isn't the 70's anymore. Please get rid of it, straighten your hair! Even Elaine Daily agrees with this. Its like when people sit directly behind her at the cinema and they can't see the movie screen. Another bad call by the judges? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Rating: 1/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Elya&lt;/span&gt; - Shy and conservative. Needs to learn to communicate and be more outspoken. She needs to learn how to smile more often and to try not to look so dull all the time. I think she might have a chance if she can overcome those weaknesses. She has the looks and the built. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Rating: 5/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt; - Tall and looks good. Has a great smile. Outspoken and can stand out in a crowd. With hard work and dedication, I think she can make it to the finals. But i want to see more from her before she gets the thumbs up from me. I'm still on the fence with this one. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Rating: 5/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt; - Her height is good. Doesn't look very photogenic. Nothing personal, but her nose stands out, there's just something about it that i just don't like. Maybe she'll be good on the cat walk but as a dream girl she doesn't have the full package. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Rating: 2/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt; - A bit too skinny (same problem as Hanis). I can't say much about her because she hasn't really been on the camera much. Her height might be a problem when it comes to modeling but other than that she does have a great look. Comparing her and Hanis, I would say that Hanis stands out more, because Hanis has that radiance about her that makes her so lovable. Maybe she should adopt that same radiance that Hanis has in order to gain an advantage over the other girls. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Rating: 4/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt; - The first thing would be that her hair is too long for her look. If she can cut shorter (to maybe around her chest height), then she would look better. But she's very dull at first sight. Does not bring anything special to the table. I would mistake her for someone in the crowd a first glance. I seriously can't figure out why Kenny calls her a sex-bomb. She's far from it. Needs a lot of improvement, way a lot of improvement. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Rating: 2/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt; - Seems a bit too aggressive. Need to tone down a little and look more natural. She's the type of girls that i was mentioning about earlier, very fake. She's trying to be someone else so that the judges would like her. She has sexy appeal, she needs to learn how to use that to her advantage. Doesn't really have a good fashion sense, even in both Episode 1 and 2.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (Rating: 3/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Suriana&lt;/span&gt; - Can't figure out why the judges chose her, she doesn't look like a potential model at all. I refuse to comment further about her because I think its a really bad call by the judges. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Rating: 1/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Alison&lt;/span&gt; - Oozes confidence and speaks the best among all in the top 12. Thats the limit of her positive side. She doesn't have a particularly attractive look and does not have that figure that screams out "I'm a model!". I don't think I would go ga-ga over her if i saw her on the cover of FHM one day. I would not put her through if I were one of the judges but I guess Kenny Sia has better taste in women than I do.... *sarcastically*. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Rating: 2/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall, I think only 3 have got the goods to make it as a potential model (Jean, Hanis and Elya). I'll name them as my personal Top 3 for this show. Having said that, those 3 have a lot to work on and I wish all the best to them because I think the deserve to be on the show. The other 9... I'm pleading to the judges to open their eyes and see what a big mistake they have made by letting these girls through.  Too me, they're just there to warm the seats. I don't see them having the potential and character that they need to be at the top of the Malaysian fashion industry, thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to follow the show to find out whats going to happen in the end. I hope it does not turn out to be a disappointment in the end. I'm betting on my Top 3 and I hope one of them wins it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch all the episodes of the show at &lt;a href="http://www.malaysiandreamgirl.tv"&gt;http://www.malaysiandreamgirl.tv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-655340684490334216?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/655340684490334216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=655340684490334216' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/655340684490334216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/655340684490334216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/03/malaysian-dreamgirl-another-flop-cant.html' title='Malaysian Dreamgirl... another flop? Can&apos;t tell yet...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/R9JkofeHC3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Kh-_7VhhZpQ/s72-c/msia_dreamgurl_logo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-6675365243737428941</id><published>2008-01-22T03:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T03:28:36.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next poem... Her Everything</title><content type='html'>Finally done with this, my next poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her Everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Her smile surpasses spring’s first bloom,&lt;br /&gt;Her persona bewilders hearts of steel,&lt;br /&gt;Her kindness appeases trouble’s gloom,&lt;br /&gt;Her presence radiates a breathtaking appeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Her birth is God’s gift to lowly earth,&lt;br /&gt;Her wits unmatched in every way,&lt;br /&gt;Her deeds expect none of reward,&lt;br /&gt;Her warmth melts hearts away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Her beauty to many an object of envy,&lt;br /&gt;Her caress speaks only of feelings of love,&lt;br /&gt;Her kiss a long-lasting lingering sensation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her breath reminisces' autumn's soothing breeze.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her voice infamies’ a choir of angels,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Her grace is of the worlds above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her scent like the first rose of spring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Her everything bewildered us a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy with it... should have been better... i think i just ran out of ideas. Oh well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-6675365243737428941?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/6675365243737428941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=6675365243737428941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/6675365243737428941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/6675365243737428941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2008/01/next-poem-her-everything.html' title='Next poem... Her Everything'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-3396113756446658567</id><published>2007-12-24T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:52:53.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 in a nutshell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Well, year 2007 was full of ups and downs. There were many turning points in my life this year and i believe that I've reached a new sense of realization, in terms of where I want my life to take me. It was a year of heart-break, loneliness, and depression. But i did have my moments of happiness and fond memories that I'd take to my grave. Looking back at all that has happen to me, even if I could I wouldn't change anything. Because if I do, I wouldn't have learned anything. Year 2007's my words of wisdom: "We can't pick what life gives us, we'll just have to embrace what life throws at us".  Thanks to my family and friends, I've managed to survive 2007 and I hope 2008 will be much better, as I tackle the afflictions of working life. Can't wait to see what sort of person I'll be next year. :-)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-3396113756446658567?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/3396113756446658567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=3396113756446658567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/3396113756446658567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/3396113756446658567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-in-nutshell.html' title='2007 in a nutshell...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-4378485359103630020</id><published>2007-12-21T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:52:50.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Hurmmm.... haven't really thought of one but since I'm going to start my working life is 4 months time, I think I'd better come up with some resolutions. Well, the 1st should be to actually graduate with 1st class honors (It won't be that hard since I only need another 3 A's). If that comes true, getting a job at DiGi or Cisco won't be hard at all. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My 2nd resolution would be to get my own place and car before the end of the year. I guess that relates to my need to be independent. I'm so used to living on my own in Nilai now that I can't live with my parents. I guess I really like the peace and quiet and of course nobody telling me what I can and cannot do.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My 3rd resolution? To spend more time with my closest friends (Cassie, Lingam, Sattiya, Naresh, Suresh and Niff. Others also be there are too many to mention). They've always been there for me when I needed them and I've always burdened them a lot. So, I've decided to be a better friend to them in whatever way I can.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My 4th resolution, to save up enough money for a good holiday at the end of the year. Targeting UK because I want to visit Old Trafford once in my life and I also a few friends there. Looks like I need to be very thrifty for 2008.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'll write more if I can think of more....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-4378485359103630020?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/4378485359103630020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=4378485359103630020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/4378485359103630020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/4378485359103630020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year&amp;#39;s Resolution'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-5249903820001402357</id><published>2007-11-29T05:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T05:19:47.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, i can write again...</title><content type='html'>Its been at least 9 months since i had the inspiration and the strength to write something great again. Thinking back to the time that once was, and remembering what was once mine, i picked up my pen my started reminiscing and writing. This was the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if it does not sound like much but it was born more out of the heart rather than the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Waiting, hoping&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Where did we go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;What didn't we do right?&lt;br /&gt;Fate's cruel blow swung so strong,&lt;br /&gt;Like a lesion struck with great might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Remembering of what was,&lt;br /&gt;Pondering on what if,&lt;br /&gt;Shuffling pieces of broken dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Struggling within to realise defeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;For a love so fatally wounded,&lt;br /&gt;A cure is but of no avail,&lt;br /&gt;The scar a reminder of what once founded,&lt;br /&gt;Always hidden but never forgotten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Wantings of the heart forever yearns,&lt;br /&gt;Vigours of the body can stand no more,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a dream that never burns,&lt;br /&gt;Willing to die to hold once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-5249903820001402357?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5249903820001402357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=5249903820001402357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5249903820001402357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5249903820001402357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-i-can-write-again.html' title='Finally, i can write again...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-1732645925055679771</id><published>2007-11-29T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T01:30:45.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit to RTM</title><content type='html'>Yeah, i visited RTM. It was actually to meet an ex-lecturer of mine who is currently a newscaster for RTM's Ulasan Akhbar segments. So, when we got there he gave us a tour of the place. What did I do there? I visited every corner of the Broadcasting Center, met with other newscasters, sat at the newscasters desk with the cameras pointed at me (i hope that they didn't record anything LOL!), met a local celebrity (Imuda from Pimai Pimai Tang Tu), and starred in a 30 second video clip that will be aired on RTM soon. Well it was actually for a discussion segment for my ex-lecturer's talk show on RTM. During the recording, the interviewed me on the topic: "Why non-Malay are not proficient in Bahasa Malaysia?". Well, i gave him a straight answer in BM (i had about 6 to 7 takes... it was pretty hard ok... needed to mind my language and pronunciation). After i was done, i watched the video clip and it was really cool, i was really relaxed and natural. My big TV debut... didn't think it would come so soon :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/R02kmQQ3npI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bT2E1tzR-04/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/R02kmQQ3npI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bT2E1tzR-04/s400/Image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137943727007309458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/R02kuAQ3nqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6E8tVr7xVCg/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/R02kuAQ3nqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6E8tVr7xVCg/s400/Image029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137943860151295650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, me sitting at the newscasters desk... wish i had my Canon camera... damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/R02k_wQ3nrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/akPsI_l_f3o/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/R02k_wQ3nrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/akPsI_l_f3o/s400/Image032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137944165093973682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The RTM Staff Room (for newscasters and reporters)... Restricted Access you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/R02lfwQ3nsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/NlRTns2ArOE/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/R02lfwQ3nsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/NlRTns2ArOE/s400/Image033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137944714849787586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me and my friend Niff at RTM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://scribefire.com/"&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-1732645925055679771?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/1732645925055679771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=1732645925055679771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/1732645925055679771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/1732645925055679771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/11/visit-to-rtm.html' title='A visit to RTM'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/R02kmQQ3npI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bT2E1tzR-04/s72-c/Image028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-7041518540470905590</id><published>2007-11-14T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T01:54:21.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Aunty Aini's Western Food</title><content type='html'>Basically this western food joint is in the middle of nowhere in Nilai (some say its in a jungle... quite true actually). But the food there is the food of the Gods! Have you ever tasted 'home made' western food??? Well, everything here on the menu is freshly prepared and nothing is ready made. Even the chicken chop is made out of fresh chicken (the ones that you buy from the market) and not the frozen pre-made chicken fillets that you get from most western food outlets like Victoria Station or the Manhattan Fish Market outlets. In fact, i can tell you that the quality of the food is better than those established outlets. I ordered the pan cooked fish fillet (braised with lemon sauce), it was truly awesome. The fillet was actually fresh fish and not the ready-made frozen fillet. The mushroom soup was also a killer, made from freshly blended mushrooms and it was really creamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, Anthony Bordain (from the Discovery Channel), who is a world famous chef who does documentaries on food from different countries, actually came here to try Aunty Aini's cooking (there is even a photo of the staff and Anthony hanging next to the counter). The chef is actually a Malay lady, Miss Aini, who learned western cooking when she was in UK a while ago. She came back to her hometown (Nilai) to open a restaurant in her own backyard (she owns a huge area of land). She cooks every dish personally. She also cooks fantastic Malay dishes that i have yet to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, come on down if you want to try the food here. I'll be your guide, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Rznf_yzgeMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4Sy2TJUA_oI/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Rznf_yzgeMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4Sy2TJUA_oI/s400/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132379537427953858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RzneiCzgeJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GnXb3QbIksE/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RzneiCzgeJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GnXb3QbIksE/s400/Image029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132377926815217810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mouth watering Pan Cooked Fish Fillet (with lemon sauce)... I already miss the taste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RznfHyzgeKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uSKdGg2yU48/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RznfHyzgeKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uSKdGg2yU48/s400/Image031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132378575355279522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jia Wei eating her crispy but heavenly tender chicken chop... I must try that next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RznfkSzgeLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nfPDeIw8nGE/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RznfkSzgeLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nfPDeIw8nGE/s400/Image032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132379064981551282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Adrian gobbling down the chicken chop... Damn, i'm feeling hungry again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-7041518540470905590?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/7041518540470905590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=7041518540470905590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/7041518540470905590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/7041518540470905590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/11/amazing-aunty-ainis-western-food.html' title='Amazing Aunty Aini&apos;s Western Food'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Rznf_yzgeMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4Sy2TJUA_oI/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-3484296623077214393</id><published>2007-10-18T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:10:34.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new worst nightmare...</title><content type='html'>I've been litaraly having nightmares about routers and switches lately because of my CCNA 3 skill practical exam. The question was so freaking hard that even with 4 of us in the group, we spent 8 hours solving it in the lab on the first day and came back the next day for a few more hours and finished it off. I was even banging my head on the wall on the 5th hour of the 1st day. Then when i got back home, on the 1st day, i went to bed after awhile and started having nightmares about routers and switches for the second day in a row...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we managed to solve the question, we didn't solve it totally. There were still a few doubts and errors. That alone will keep me up for a few more days, all because i could find the perfect solution. Anyway, i've graduated from CCNA module 3 and i'm heading for the next module before i complete my CCNA course. I should finish my November 15, hopefully. But there will always been that one question which i couldn't solve... that will haunt me for life. My lecturer said that my seniors managed to solve it but they took almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 to 30 hours&lt;/span&gt;. One of them even camped in the lab over-night alone just to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said and done, i still love networking... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RxchZZIO1gI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_Nfs9fHqt2M/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RxchZZIO1gI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_Nfs9fHqt2M/s400/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122599821283087874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The question that haunts me as i sleep... its evil... please don't try this at home... trained professionals only... (click on it to get a closer view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RxchRpIO1fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PNMgWUsiXmo/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RxchRpIO1fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PNMgWUsiXmo/s400/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122599688139101682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RxceppIO1eI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8M-ljgXE9wo/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RxceppIO1eI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8M-ljgXE9wo/s400/Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122596801921078754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 switches, 4 routers... its amazing how this looks so easy but you get RM100 per hour just to configure them... would you believe that this setup can connect 48 computer in a super fast network... thats easier to do than my stupid question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-3484296623077214393?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/3484296623077214393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=3484296623077214393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/3484296623077214393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/3484296623077214393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-new-worst-nightmare.html' title='My new worst nightmare...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RxchZZIO1gI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_Nfs9fHqt2M/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-4820138555973447603</id><published>2007-10-11T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:30:37.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love actually...</title><content type='html'>You know, i was watching Love Actually (the movie) and i like the face that it was a different sort of love movie. Love movies are normally just centered around 2 or 3 main characters and can get boring after awhile. But in this movie, the story circles around half a dozen relationship and a wide range of character. I guess that in this way the message of love gets narrated more influentially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson once sang "I swore I'd never love again, I swore my heart would never mend, Said love wasn't worth the pain, But then I hear it call my name". That was the theme of this movie and it shows how the characters somehow at some point gave up on love but found it back again at the end. I would say that the story really does related to us 'normal' people instead of being some make-believe fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it if you get the chance... then you'll know what the trouble with love is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Rw4lPJIO1YI/AAAAAAAAAD8/E7JsH0nK5iI/s1600-h/Love+Actually+poster+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Rw4lPJIO1YI/AAAAAAAAAD8/E7JsH0nK5iI/s320/Love+Actually+poster+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120070768445543810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-4820138555973447603?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/4820138555973447603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=4820138555973447603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/4820138555973447603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/4820138555973447603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-actually.html' title='Love actually...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Rw4lPJIO1YI/AAAAAAAAAD8/E7JsH0nK5iI/s72-c/Love+Actually+poster+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-8584002474866036136</id><published>2007-09-23T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T01:31:27.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible choices</title><content type='html'>I was watching my favourite fictional TV series, Supernatural, just now. The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heart_(Supernatural)"&gt;plot&lt;/a&gt; really got me thinking. It was about the main character Sam who had to make a choice between following his heart and following his mind. It was a about this girl who turns into a werewolf by night but come daylight, she can't remember what happen at night. So, Sam and his brother Dean track her down and try to save her by finding a way to reverse the effects of lycantrophy. But in the end, the couldn't save her. Sam was left with 2 choices, let her go free (she kills innocent victims when she turns into a werewolf) or to kill her. He struggles with this decision because she is innocent and does not know about anything when she turns into a werewolf. The decision was a painful one but she asked him to kill her in the end which left him in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that the point im trying to make is that sometimes life makes us choose between 2 impossible choices where choosing either way will make us feel depressed and misrable. I guess i've struggle with that too, especially in love. It's painful and as the saying goes "time heals all wounds, but absense makes the heart grow fonder". I guess either way, we lose and we would most certainly reflect upon it for the rest of our lives, wondering what could or would have been. I hope that God would be merciful enough not to let me go through that again because "the first cut is the deepest" and the second won't just be a cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, if i could turn bak time, i would like to go back to Febuary 2007. Maybe if i did something different, i could have saved myself from making the most impossible choice i had to make in my entire life. Then maybe, just maybe, she would have stayed and things would be much more different now. If only i could...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-8584002474866036136?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8584002474866036136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=8584002474866036136' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8584002474866036136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8584002474866036136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/09/impossible-choices.html' title='Impossible choices'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-6998883814848790974</id><published>2007-09-20T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T19:46:09.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashing and burning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;This semester is turning out to be hell on earth. I'm taking only 1 academic subject but my free time is all spent for my CCNA classes. I'll be at the doorstep of INTI at 8.30AM everyday and i only leave at 7.30PM or 8.30PM, except for Saturdays and Sundays but this might change soon as my lecturer is already demanding for us to spend our weekends in the networking lab. I has been 4 days since this started and i'm already having fever, flu, sore throat and so many other sicknesses. All I can do when i reach back home everyday is sleep because of how tired i feel after the long hours. I keep reminding myself that this is only for 1 semester and the rewards would be wonderful. Thats the only thing that keeps me going.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I really need a break before i break...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-6998883814848790974?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/6998883814848790974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=6998883814848790974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/6998883814848790974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/6998883814848790974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/09/crashing-and-burning.html' title='Crashing and burning...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-2004992321702183938</id><published>2007-09-12T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:11:18.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Started a new pic blog...</title><content type='html'>I started a new pic blog for weird things that i find. I've already posted a few good pics. Check it out and comment on them if you have free time and there's nothing better to do. I'll be updating it very frequently because i find weird stuff happening almost everyday. Stop by ok? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's at: &lt;a href="http://2weirdstuff.blogspot.com"&gt;http://2weirdstuff.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-2004992321702183938?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/2004992321702183938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=2004992321702183938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/2004992321702183938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/2004992321702183938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/09/started-new-pic-blog.html' title='Started a new pic blog...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-20816601389317723</id><published>2007-09-06T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:42:59.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need inspiration to write again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;This has been bothering me for quite awhile now. I want to start writing poems again but lately I've been having a serious case of writer's block syndrome lately... I need some sort of inspiration. I wrote one at the beginning of this year but since then i've never been inspired to continue. I guess it's because of a painful experience i had a few months ago. It broke me down. I want to fix that void. I want to be myself again. I need to write something. I guess I'll start by reading through Shakespeare again.   &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-20816601389317723?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/20816601389317723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=20816601389317723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/20816601389317723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/20816601389317723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-need-inspiration-to-write-again.html' title='I need inspiration to write again...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-8475821573621867114</id><published>2007-08-30T04:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T04:00:04.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Nilai... let's clear some doubts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;People think that life in Nilai must be down rite uncivilized and boring. To tell you the truth, i really like Nilai. I have so many reasons. For one, its very very quiet and peaceful, i mean no jams and car noise (apart from the african guys drifting outside my apartment every morning at 2AM). Its also very very cooling. Would you believe that the temperature inside my room at 11AM in the morning is 26 to 27 degrees? Well its true. I don't know why but when its scorching hot outside, my room stays cold. Now you know why i hate getting up in the morning. Its a good excuse you know.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The food in Nilai is amazing. I can safely say that its better than Subang or PJ. I'm talking about the Chinese food here, not the mamak (which is hopeless). Hokkien mee, bak kut teh, mix rice, seafood fried rice, pork chop mee, clay pot yee mee, crispy chicken rice, you name it we have it and it will taste better than most places that you've tried before. One special dish that i've found in Nilai that doesn't seem to exist anywhere else is called 'Ayam Separuh'. It's not only fried chicken (although they called it 'separuh', its more like 'suku' coz of the size of it) but its a complete set meal. It comes with a mix of chicken and fish curry, 2 vegetables and papadam. The price? RM4.00. Worth every cent, the taste is amazing. People folk to the  malay restaurant that serves it everyday at noon and its so hard to get a place to sit if you come late. I've seen 20 to 30 people queuing up for the food at one time, and thats not counting the ones who are already seated and started eating away.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Another reason to stay in Nilai: the Chicks. The international chicks in my uni are hot. Especially the Indonesian gurls. They really know how to carry themselves and the are fun to talk with and very approachable. Most of them end up with the Arab students but if you're lucky you could snag one. The local talent here isn't hot at all. So if you wanna 'wash your eyes' on international chicks, come to Nilai.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The Internet connection here is way much faster than Subang or KL. We have dedicated lines from smaller ISPs that can guarantee a fixed 1Mb to 2Mb connection. I heard that one ISP is even offering fibre optic connections here. So, for online gamers and download leechers, this is heaven. Streamyx can burn for all i care.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Everything is conveniently located around the INTI area, so students don't even have to drive out. There are cabs waiting 24-7 outside the uni. Buses come by every 40 to 60 mins. The KTM train station is not too far away. Giant and Mydin are close by if you need to more groceries. Pasar malam is held 3 times a week in Cempaka, which is also close by.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The students here are very active in sports, so we play futsal, football, basketball, cricket and badminton here every night after class. Anyone can join in. Doesn't matter if you don't belong to the uni because i once wore a Prime College football jersey to a futsal game here, nobody seemed to be bothered by it. There's even a frisbee club that throws frisbees around on the field... i don't know how they have fun with that tough... lol!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I can go on and on about Nilai. Just come and see for yourself. But if you're the party animal type that can't live without clubbing, shopping and parties, then stay at home. The Nilai experience is for people who want a relaxing environment. Sort of like a spa resort. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-8475821573621867114?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8475821573621867114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=8475821573621867114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8475821573621867114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8475821573621867114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-in-nilai-let-clear-some-doubts.html' title='Life in Nilai... let&amp;#39;s clear some doubts...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-4298405569534201379</id><published>2007-08-30T03:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T03:30:19.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished my sem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Finally finished my most horrible semester. Looks like the road is clear from here on. I only have 3 networking subjects and 1 final project left for the next 2 semesters so i'll be pretty much free for the next 8 months or so. But the damn final project is going to be heavy. I should be able to do it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Starting the new semester on the coming monday and im really looking forward to CCNA module 3 (Switch technology), its gonna be a ride to remember. &lt;br/&gt;I heard that most of my favourite lecturers are leaving INTI. Damn, INTI really doesn't know how to retain their best staffs. Bon voyage to Mr.Vellu (Computer Networks) and Mr.Ramesh (Real-Time and Concurrent Programming).  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's been a week since the exams and i felt so bored at home that i had to return to Nilai for a few days to seek the comforts of my pc. Sounds stupid but i really really miss living here and its not the same as in Subang. I'll talk about life in Nilai in the next post. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As for the title of my final project for my degree, it has something to do with a infrared webcam, motion sensors and football... go figure... i'd have to kill you if i told you :P&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Peace!&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-4298405569534201379?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/4298405569534201379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=4298405569534201379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/4298405569534201379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/4298405569534201379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/08/finished-my-sem.html' title='Finished my sem...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-7027539870749009280</id><published>2007-08-09T03:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T03:21:04.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's leaving on a jetplane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Suraya AZhani Amin&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hurmmm... its been like  5 years since we first met. I remember the day we met, it was one of my first few days in Form 6 in Seafield. Went u walked into class i said to myself "This girl is hot but she looks a bit snobbish. No use talking to her la". Lol! Honestly that was my first impression, but then we started talking (since you sat right in front of me), and i found that you had a really attractive personality. I made all sorts of excuses so that you sat next to me the next week. I guess thats when i started to LIKE you. I remember when the teacher caught us talking during maths lesson and shouted at us "Jonathan! Kao lui ah?!". I noticed that the whole class suddenly turned to look at us. Hehe! That was funny. Remember the time when we went for lunch at Summit after school? with Ezreen i think. I made sure that I changed my clothes and wore something nice so that you would notice. Fond memories. LOL! Oh yeah, remember your Bday a few years ago when we went to Fridays? I had a great time. It was fun to watch you eat a big plate of grilled shrimps. I guess that my most nervous moment with you was the time that i told you *ahem* *ahem*... i guess you know what i mean... i expected you to ignore me or say something negative. But you were so sweet instead, you said "That's so sweet. You should have told me earlier". You never shy-ed away from me no matter how stupid and  reckless my actions were. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You always been a great friend to me over the years. You were there with me when i needed a friend to talk to when i was happy or sad. You pushed me when i was too lazy to do anything. But most of all, you made me realize that some people were made special. I guess after God made you, he took a break, watched you for awhile and said "now that's a masterpiece". I don't know if I'll be here when you come back because i might be going to Aussie or NZ, but we'll always be great friends. Maybe i'll come over to visit, only time will tell. Let's just enjoy the limited time we have now and leave the future to fate. Thanks for everything and good luck with everything that you do. My prayers and wishes will always be with you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here's a song that i picked out for you that explains all that i have to say...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;Title: Kenangan Terindah&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;Aku yang lemah tanpamu&lt;br/&gt;Aku yang rentan kerana&lt;br/&gt;Cinta yang telah hilang darimu&lt;br/&gt;Yang mampu menyanjungku&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Selama mata terbuka&lt;br/&gt;Sampai jantung tak berdetak&lt;br/&gt;Selama itu pun &lt;br/&gt;Aku mampu tuk mengenangmu&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Darimu...&lt;br/&gt;Kutemukan hidupku&lt;br/&gt;Bagiku...&lt;br/&gt;Kau lah cinta sejati&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ooh...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bila yang tertulis untukku&lt;br/&gt;Adalah yang terbaik untukmu&lt;br/&gt;Kan kujadikan kau kenangan &lt;br/&gt;Yang terindah dalam hidupku&lt;br/&gt;Namun takkan mudah bagiku&lt;br/&gt;Meninggalkan jejak hidupku&lt;br/&gt;Yang telah terukir abadi&lt;br/&gt;Sebagai kenangan yang terindah&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ooh...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-7027539870749009280?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/7027539870749009280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=7027539870749009280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/7027539870749009280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/7027539870749009280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/08/she-leaving-on-jetplane_2628.html' title='She&amp;#39;s leaving on a jetplane...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-8670825213838769401</id><published>2007-07-25T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T00:24:45.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Oh damn... its near, i can feel it. But what the hell, its only 2 papers. Real-Time Computing and wtf is the other paper... oh damn... my memory is getting worse... shite... oh yeah, E-commerce. Should not be a big problem but I'm worried about my coursework subject (Project Management), its 100% coursework and the project is a killer.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Other than that, on the plus side, I'm heading down to Melaka with some friends for a break this weekend. It's gonna be fun. Went there a few months ago and i've decided to go there again because its a good place to explore and its cheaper than most places.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'll update you guys with details of the trip when i return.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Peace!&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-8670825213838769401?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8670825213838769401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=8670825213838769401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8670825213838769401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8670825213838769401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/07/exams-are-coming.html' title='Exams are coming...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-7534783210058624004</id><published>2007-07-10T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:41:28.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends are back... so are the old memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Oh damn, its been awhile since i last blogged. Nothing much has changed. My best friends are back from studying overseas for their summer break. Brings back a lot of old but unforgettable memories. Looking back, i can't believe that 5 years have past since our high school days. Seems like it was just yesterday. I miss the times we used to fool around without having to worry about anything at all. Those were the days i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time when we squeezed 10 people into a kancil car just to go to the nearest 7-11 to get something to eat. It was on the day of one of our SPM papers. We only had 1 car and everyone wanted to go. So, we shoved as many people as we could into the car, which could barely move after that. It was like 3 people in the front passenger seat and 6 at the back, with 1 driver in front. Amazingly we survived... i wasn't talking about the trip, i was referring to the smell of sweat in the car because of all of those bodies in the car. The smell was like rotten eggs. Hehehe! Good memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the time when we skipped school by walking out the front gate. The guard was friendly with us so no problem there. We looked back and saw the Assistant Principle looking at us from far. We couldn't care less. The next day, the teachers suspected that we were from the act stream class, so the act stream student were punished at the assembly session the next day. We were surprised that they didn't catch us. LOL! After that, instead of stopping, we skipped school even more. The reasons were simple: the canteen food sucked, and some of the subjects were boring, so we went outside for a meal and we would come back to school after 1 or 2 hours, actually just to take attendance. Hehehe! Kids, don't try this in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fond memory was when i was caned in school. I was playing 'lastic' with some of the scouts at the back of the scout house. The by accident, my buddy shot one of our juniors in the eye and it was blue-back. So we panicked and sent him to see one of the teachers to get medical attention. The next thing we knew, we were sent to the disciplinary room. Initially it was just 6 of us scouts (all were boys), but when we reached the room, there were 10 other student who were punished for doing the same thing (we really didn't know where they came from), and 5 of them were girls. So, the teacher gave light punishments to the girls and let them go. When it came to the boys, he chose a thick 'rotan' and practiced his golf swing on our asses. Damn it was painful. To make matters worse the teacher was a body builder with a big strong figure. My butt was sore after that but surprisingly i didn't feel much pain. Maybe because  my ass was so numb that i couldn't feel anything. What an educational experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember getting 'tempek' (beaten up for fun) by 20 students for my birthday, during our break time. They were all my friends but it was a tradition back in my school so i was shown no mercy. I  went back to class after that with bruises on my body but luckily my face wasn't disfigured. Hehehe! I didn't mind them doing that to me because i know that i can do it back to them on their birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-7534783210058624004?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/7534783210058624004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=7534783210058624004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/7534783210058624004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/7534783210058624004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-friends-are-back-so-are-old-memories.html' title='My friends are back... so are the old memories...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-3465644015057660842</id><published>2007-05-29T02:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:30:46.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things You Probably Didn't Know About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;The only reason I'm doing this is because Yuin Yin tagged me and so i have to continue the chain. This list took me so long because i hardly know myself hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a slight OCB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive Compulsive Behavior. I over-react to a lot of stuff. Sometimes to the extent of the smallest detail. For example, if i write something, every word and notation must be perfect. If even a full-stop is missing, i'll go crazy and try to correct it even if its already printed out and i'd just correct it and print it out again. Another example my playlist of songs in my pc. Every song title is editted so that it follows a uniform format (a dash to separate artist and title, capital letter only for of the 1st alphabet of the entire title, capital letters for the 1st alphabets of each word for the artist name, for songs with featured artists the format is different a bit). Many other examples i can't think of, sometimes it happens subconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm a good leader, bad follower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I can't take orders at all for some reason. Very low attention span. I think even a monkey has a longer attention span than me. Especially if the leader thats bossing me around is incompetent, thats the worst thing, I'll lose my head. If i know the leader is wrong and I'm right, I'll wage a war. But if I'm the leader, I'd die on the battlefield for my troops. As a leader, I've always put my troops before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm a sucker for romantic movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Lol! This is one of my weaknesses. I really like this genre, but i only watch the really good ones. My favorites include A Walk To Remember, Jerry Maguire, Scent Of A Woman, 10 Things I Hate About You, Tomcats, Girl Next Door, Love Actually and much more. But mind you, I'm not a Titanic-fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;My favorite color is red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Red is my color, united is my team!" This is too obvious. Manchester United is red so naturally red is my color too. I would buy a red car when i start working. Red always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would bleed for football&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent so many years playing football, almost a decade now. I was always the passionate one on the field. Diving into tackles, blocking shots with my body and bumping into every obstacle thrown at me, that was how i played the game. As a result, i would like a wounded soldier when i got back home from playing, because i would have cuts, bruises and swollen body parts all the time. Sometimes even worse, i've had inflammation in both my knees (you won't wanna know how they took that out), and i even fell into a coma once after coming home from football. Even when i was lying down on my hospital bed a day after i woke up from my coma, the first thing i ask the doctor is "when can i start playing football again?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I work part-time for the church&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i do. Mainly web mastering and coordinating youth activities. I really take my church work seriously and i do it for God. He has done a lot for me so i want to return the favor. Besides, its fun and i get to spend some time with my church friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-3465644015057660842?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/3465644015057660842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=3465644015057660842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/3465644015057660842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/3465644015057660842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/05/10-things-you-probably-didn-know-about_29.html' title='10 Things You Probably Didn&amp;#39;t Know About Me'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-4745046893457579173</id><published>2007-05-24T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:22:43.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory of Relativity V2</title><content type='html'>My friend told me this joke and i don't mean it as an insult to women. Its just a JOKE. But mathematically proven as you can see :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;girl = time x money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say time is money, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;time = money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;girl = money x money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to simplify, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;girl = money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People also say that money is the root of all evil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;money = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;√&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So if you mathematically switch the equation,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;girl = money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It boils down to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;girl = evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-4745046893457579173?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/4745046893457579173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=4745046893457579173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/4745046893457579173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/4745046893457579173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/05/theory-of-relativity-v2_24.html' title='Theory of Relativity V2'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-2354531673399059709</id><published>2007-05-22T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:59:01.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Experienced My Greatest Fear in 1 Night...</title><content type='html'>What's my greatest fear? Actually, its the fear of being a parent. I've always told myself that i should get married late because i don't want to have children so early. I still want to enjoy my freedom while it still last. But a few days ago my fears caught up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis bought a puppy (Shizu breed la). So, being only 6 weeks old, it demanded a lot of attention. During the day time it didn't matter because my sis was around to attend to it. But my nightmare started at night when my sis wanted me to let the puppy sleep in my room for the night (in its cage). I went to bed at about 1AM. As soon as i rested my head on my pillow, the puppy started barking. It wanted to piss and i won't piss in its cage for some reason, it prefers to water my floor. So, after it did its 'business' i had to mop my floor... at 1AM in the morning, mind you... and then it didn't want to go back into the cage, it wanted to play. So, i played with it for about 30 minutes and then it started to get sleepy again, so i put it back into the cage. Then i went back to bed. Next thing you know, it barks again after 15 minutes. It needed to piss again. So, i repeated the same routine and put it back to sleep after awhile. The problem is that it repeated the routine so many times that i didn't realize that it was already 7AM by then, and i had to go to church at 8AM. So, i told my mom that i will go for the 11.30AM mass at church instead, because i was too sleepy to even walk. Unfortunately, i overslept and missed that mass as well, but i went for the 5.30PM mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the lesson learnt is that we should never commit ourselves to  'young' beings of any kind this early in life. We'll regret it. I can't imagine doing that for more than 1 night. Now i know what it feels like to have a baby in the house. Parents have sleepless nights. Life is unkind sometimes lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i love the puppy. I can't blame her for what she does everytime i look into her eyes. My heart just melts. I like the way when i was so tired that night that i just slept for awhile on the floor while taking care of her. She was playing around in my room that time and when she saw me sleeping, she came and slept beside me. She was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RlK-q0n5xTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0DiuwnmeFp4/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RlK-q0n5xTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0DiuwnmeFp4/s320/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067322173635020082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RlK-Pkn5xSI/AAAAAAAAACI/odYa3Cxn8zg/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RlK-Pkn5xSI/AAAAAAAAACI/odYa3Cxn8zg/s320/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067321705483584802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-2354531673399059709?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/2354531673399059709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=2354531673399059709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/2354531673399059709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/2354531673399059709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-experienced-my-greatest-fear-in-1.html' title='I Experienced My Greatest Fear in 1 Night...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RlK-q0n5xTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0DiuwnmeFp4/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-7963623038623122483</id><published>2007-05-18T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:31:12.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Massager from hell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I recently met this Chinese physician who studied in China for 20 years. He's actually my uncle's friend. So, he read my palm and told me about the health problems that i had. He said that i had back pains that were caused by damaged nerves on my back. He said that my blood wasn't circulating properly there. He recommended a massage, so i thought that a massage won't be so bad since that everything he said was true, I've been having back pains for years due to my injuries when i was actively playing football (now so old ready, can't play like last time LOL!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he began his treatment and to my surprise  he said that my body was too tough and he couldn't massage it properly. So, he recommended another method... to my horror he used the edge of a porcelain bowl to scrape my back to stimulate the nerve and remove clogs. The pain was excruciating. I was screaming all the way. When i was admitted into the hospital when i was in Form 3, the doctors used to stab me with needles like crazy and i got used to it, it got to the point where i enjoyed being stabbed like that. I even got stabbed with a needle through my backbone and through my knee cap. But the pain that i was going through during this massage surpassed all the stabbing pains that I've gone through. My back was blue-black when he finished. He even did it on my ribs and it was sore for 1 week. But amazingly, my back pains went away instantly and i felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also told me some other things about my future when he read my palm. But I'm not putting any bets on it because I'd like to create my own future. I guess going through the pain was worth it. So, anyone want a massage like that? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RkyC20n5xRI/AAAAAAAAACA/XbwGqiYR6-w/s1600-h/physician%27s+massage%28small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RkyC20n5xRI/AAAAAAAAACA/XbwGqiYR6-w/s320/physician%27s+massage%28small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065567559235519762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My back after the massage. Full of bumps and bruises. Fully blue-black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-7963623038623122483?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/7963623038623122483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=7963623038623122483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/7963623038623122483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/7963623038623122483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/05/massager-from-hell.html' title='Massager from hell...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RkyC20n5xRI/AAAAAAAAACA/XbwGqiYR6-w/s72-c/physician%27s+massage%28small%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-8823514747140058777</id><published>2007-05-15T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T00:11:54.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What people think of IT students?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;People think that studying IT is easy and all you need to learn is to switch on and switch off a PC. It's funny how we IT students have to spend 3 to 4 years studying a RM50,000 (on average) degree program and all we get in return are insults and... more insults. Here are some other perceptions that people have about IT graduates:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We need to answer stupid questions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;No matter how stupid a question can be, IT people are expected to answer it without actually using any technical terms. Makes us IT people look like the bigger idiots. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Example:&lt;/u&gt; "Why when i want to print the screen say printer not found? The printer right next to my PC what? This PC blind ah?!!!" asks the employer. "Did you switch on the printer?" answers the IT technician. "Oh, need to switch on ah? Why never say earlier wan? Next time write down for me ok?" answers the employer. Then the IT technician walks away and repeatedly hits his head against a cement wall.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We need to be able to solve any PC problems, no matter how far we are from the scene&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Even when we're stuck in a remote location (even on a tropical island with no modern civilization), we're expected to solve PC problems but visualizing the PC in our heads guided by the 'vivid' and 'meaningful' descriptions given by the person who need the quick fix.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Example:&lt;/u&gt; After a 12 hour day of work, the IT technician finally gets to rest his head in his bedroom in house own house... he falls asleep... out of the blue, he receives a phone call from his employer... at 2AM IN THE MORNING!!! The conversation: "Why my PC can switch on but nothing appear on the screen wan?" asks the employer. "I'm not sure sir, i can't see what's wrong from here, i will check it as soon as i reach the office in the morning" says the IT technician. "Haiyah, this problem also cannot fix ah? Why you learn IT then? I wan watch movie now you know." says the employer and slams down the phone. The IT technician hits his head against the wall repeatedly... again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;We are given the 'unemployable' status even before we graduate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Most non-IT people say that there are too many unemployed IT graduates in the country now. Well, thats rubbish. Only the noob local uni student who aren't able to communicate well, because they were so 'spoon fed' by the government are unemployed. Private uni or college IT student almost never have a problem landing a job here and overseas because the job market for IT is growing rapidly these days. IT sectors like software engineering and networking are in need of graduates. So, please don't spread rumors like "Don't study IT la, my father said that Malaysia got 50,000 IT students who cannot get job wan. Do business la, my father say can get 5 figure pay after we graduate. I wan to be like that&amp;amp;nbsp; Donald Trump fella la, he own McDonald rite?". &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;So overall, as an IT student myself, i get bombarded with silly questions sometimes, i don't mind answering them but i wish that the questions were a bit more logical. I enjoy studying IT and i know IT has a very bright future ahead. And please don't blame technicians or other IT personnel when your PC problems cannot be fixed. We're only human, not God :-)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-8823514747140058777?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8823514747140058777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=8823514747140058777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8823514747140058777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8823514747140058777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-people-think-of-it-students.html' title='What people think of IT students?'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-2043494818695494708</id><published>2007-05-07T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T01:19:42.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at 22...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div align='justify'&gt;So, how’s life at 22 so far? I guess it’s a whole new learning experience. I’ve only just started my 22nd year and I can already say that there have been many ups and downs this year. I guess this learning experience helps us to grow. It can be painful at times, it can be pleasurable also. I would never say that I’ve been through everything life has to offer, I would say I’m just going through it, taking a crash-course. I really don’t mind going through all these hurdles, it teaches me. So, is the process of getting older life’s greatest pitfall? I don’t think so. We have to bury our past, embrace the present and look forward to the future. Wouldn’t you agree? &lt;span style='font-family: Wingdings;'&gt;&lt;span style=''&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: Wingdings;'&gt;&lt;span style=''&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Well, I guess my plans for the remaining period of this year would be to focus on the things that matter most to me, my family, my friends and my studies. I guess the others can wait; I’ll leave those to years 24 and 25. I’m optimistic about what I want to do in the future and now is the best time to start laying out those building blocks. I’m still thinking of migrating to Australia after my degree, I’ve got to weigh the pros and the cons first. That's something to aim for. Other than that, I’ll take it one at a time and relax. I hope you can do the same cause Fred Durst once sang:”Life is a lesson, you’ll learn it when you’re through”. He’s right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-2043494818695494708?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/2043494818695494708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=2043494818695494708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/2043494818695494708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/2043494818695494708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-at-22.html' title='Life at 22...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-2364588285186909152</id><published>2007-04-17T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:27:38.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanx for a great Birthday!</title><content type='html'>I would really like to thank Adrian, Li Yi and Pei Yee for such a great Birthday 'party' this year. Although it was slightly unorthodox but it was great fun! I really don't know how to thank these people, they really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it started off at 11PM when they fetched me from my house. Then we went all the way to Sunway Pyramid and realized that the shops there were closing (serious, it wasn't my idea :P). Then i suggested that we head down to Asia Cafe in SS15. So we went there and sat down, ordered drink and chatted. Then they conspired against me in a language i didn't understand, like executioners planning how to execute me LOL! Then Li Yi and Pei Yee disappeared for awhile, against my wishes. 15 minutes (yes 15 mins, their shopping instincts took over :P) later, they came back with something in a plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what was inside? A bubble blowing toy and a packet of condoms LOL! Totally unexpected but really cool. I prefer these kinds of stuff coz they more exciting than the conventional stuffed toys and ultraman figurines that we usually buy for a someone's Bday. Anyway, we then headed down to Padang Asam in SS14 (yes, sounds very nostalgic) to.... BLOW BUBBLE! (naughty naughty! what were u thinking?... yes, the condom packet always comes to mind 1st before the bubble blowing toy :P). We noticed that Padang Asam was too dark to play bubbles anyway, so we drove to the USJ4 field near my house. We arrived there about 12.30AM or 1AM and started having a bubble blowing session. We literally tried to blow bubbles at each other's face to see who could be the best bubble blower LOL! Me, Pei Yee and Li Yi were blowing bubbles like machine guns... unfortunatly, Adrian had no previous experience of blowing bubbles LOL! So, i took him 5 mins to blow 1 bubble. We were screaming and chasing each other around like we were in primary school and i hope that we didn't piss off any neighbors :P We went back home at about 1.30AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun and its pleasantly different from what i did for my previous Bdays. Friends forever! THANKS A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the blurry pics we took with my phone (Adrian, sorry that there were no clear shots of u) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RiQgfKuJGaI/AAAAAAAAABo/e-DnOWLJLK0/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RiQgfKuJGaI/AAAAAAAAABo/e-DnOWLJLK0/s400/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054200401642461602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Li Yi and Pei Yee trying to play CS but with bubbles :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RiQhSKuJGbI/AAAAAAAAABw/buz2kAjWkts/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RiQhSKuJGbI/AAAAAAAAABw/buz2kAjWkts/s400/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054201277815790002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The only shot with me in it... Adrian, what were u doing with the camera :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RiQh3quJGcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uSEpvwytz5I/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RiQh3quJGcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uSEpvwytz5I/s400/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054201922060884418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Li Yi, bubbles can't kill people la! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-2364588285186909152?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/2364588285186909152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=2364588285186909152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/2364588285186909152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/2364588285186909152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanx-for-great-birthday.html' title='Thanx for a great Birthday!'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RiQgfKuJGaI/AAAAAAAAABo/e-DnOWLJLK0/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-2489788020993800238</id><published>2007-04-13T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T00:20:46.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melaka Trip (11.04.2007)</title><content type='html'>The story starts out as 4 frens set out to journey into the unknown, for unknown reasons. LOL! Basically, me, Li Yi, Adrian and Amanda ventured to Melaka disparate to find something people call 'fun'. We stepped out of Subang at 10AM on Wednesday (11.04.2007) and we traveled for like bloody 2.5 hrs. When we reached there we decided to have a soul satisfying lunch... Chicken Rice Ball. The meal was great but someone told us later that the shop that we went to didn't serve the best Chicken Rice Balls... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went all the way to MMU, which was like in a different state coz of the distance... joking, its still in Melaka. We met Desmond and Kit Wen there and brought them back to our hotel in Melaka. We had 3 dinners... 1st was Char Siu Rice... 2nd was suppose to be Satay Celup but little did we know that the shops close on Wednesdays. So we went for Fish Ball Mee. LOL! The 3rd dinner was Carlberg and Cho Tai Ti (LOL! Played at the hotel). Then we went around town snapping pictures of our group like mad people, even the trishaw people were laughing at us, mind u this was at 12PM. By the end of the nite, we were so tired that we were talking nonsense. Slept at 3AM. The next morning we got up to have Western Breakfast at the hotel. Checked out of the hotel and decided to go to Jonker Street for shopping (for the gurls) and then to go for a swim at PD. But it literally took us hrs to get to PD after using a road that we've nvr taken b4 LOL! But then we reached PD and we had a lot of fun on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great trip, can't ever forget it. Thanx to Adrian (we're machas 4eva!), Li Yi (although i bully u a lot, u're still very dear to me), Pei Yee (i always have loads of fun wit u especially when we bully Li Yi LOL!), Desmond (u spent so much of ur time and money on us there and i really appreciate it bro! Best frens for life!) and Kit Wen (so quiet but u're still one of us). I hope that there will be many more trips like this. Frens 4 life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Rh5bpKuJGYI/AAAAAAAAABY/fRr1Y8kZV8c/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Rh5bpKuJGYI/AAAAAAAAABY/fRr1Y8kZV8c/s400/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052576594766928258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adrian, Me and Desmond chilling on the bed... we didnt do anything more than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Rh5cF6uJGZI/AAAAAAAAABg/vc1pjOq0Ho0/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/Rh5cF6uJGZI/AAAAAAAAABg/vc1pjOq0Ho0/s400/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052577088688167314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kit Wen, Li Yi, Amanda, Adrian and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-2489788020993800238?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/2489788020993800238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=2489788020993800238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/2489788020993800238'/><link 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Things I Like About You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div class='entry-content'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;			&lt;div class='entry-body'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;				&lt;p&gt;I like the way you speak soft and sweet, makes me melt within a heart beat;&lt;/p&gt;I like the way you wait for me, staying up all night to make sure i sleep;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like the way you bug me to serenade you, then hear you laugh out while i weep;&lt;/p&gt;I like the way you talk for hours, 5 minutes apart we can hardly bare;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like the way you that you're so pure, God's angel sent to watch over me;&lt;/p&gt;I like the way you teach me things, makes me want to be better someday;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I like the way you care for me, caring for me when no one will;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I like the way you humble yourself, showing me how good a person you are;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I like the way you oversee my weaknesses, judging not my past regrets;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Most of all, i love you because you make me happy, a blessing like you i will forever keep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-8770192735646147317?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8770192735646147317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=8770192735646147317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8770192735646147317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8770192735646147317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/04/10-things-i-like-about-you_03.html' title='10 Things I Like About You...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-8320480543142355938</id><published>2007-04-01T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T14:17:31.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, whats the craziest thing you've done lately?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;In the movie Girl Next Door (2004) Elisha Cuthbert (who plays Danille) asked "What's the craziest thing you've done lately?". Emile Hirsch (who plays Matthew Kidman) couldn't answer her, because he was always uptight and straight, never did anything people didn't expect him to do, just follows the rule book. It got me thinking, when we reach old age, maybe around 60 or 70, are we going to be the kind of person that says "I don't mind dying now, I've done everything and i regret nothing" or are we going to be the kind of person that says "I don't want to die now. I haven't done this, i haven't done that... I haven't lived enough". I started doing things that people didn't expect me to do... crazy things... some stupid, some daring... but its not to show that i have some guts, i do it so that one day i can say "I did everything and i regret nothing".&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;But my idea of the craziest thing I've done changed recently, i found out that its not about doing stupid things, its about finding something you really care about and risking all you've got to hold on to it. So, whats the thing that has changed me? I fell in love for real this time, and finally its not one sided.  I call it the craziest thing i've done lately no because i'm playing it like a game, its because it has changed me into a better person. Love is crazy, sometimes there's ups and sometimes there's downs, but its really worth all the effort in the world because i know she's worth it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;In the same movie, Emile Hirsch made a speech about Moral Fiber. He said:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Moral fiber. So, what is moral fiber? It's funny, I used to think it was always telling the truth, doing good deeds, basically &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;being a fucking boy scout. But lately I've been seeing it differently.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Now I think moral fiber's about finding that one thing you really care&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;about. That one special thing that means more to you than anything else&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;in the world. And when you find her, you fight for her. You risk it&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;all, you put her in front of everything, your life, all of it. And&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;maybe the stuff you do to help her isn't so clean. You know what? It&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;doesn't matter. Because in your heart you know, that the juice is worth&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;the squeeze. That's what moral fiber's all about."&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Thats what I'm doing now. I know that the juice is worth the squeeze. She's the one that I'd risk everything for. Although i might not have been a good person in the past but I'm changing into one bit by but each day because of the love and care she shows me. I just hope that I'll be a man worthy of her one fine day. Then i'll take her hand, and never let go. I know we're meant to be together...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Thanx for everything... you know who you are :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-8320480543142355938?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8320480543142355938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=8320480543142355938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8320480543142355938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8320480543142355938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-whats-craziest-thing-you-done-lately_01.html' title='So, whats the craziest thing you&amp;#39;ve done lately?'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-8170618653489905915</id><published>2007-03-29T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T17:46:36.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily Allen - Alfie..... quite funny.... LOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey, check out this video clip by Lily Allen. The song is called Alfie. Its really bloody funny. Her acsent is quite heavy but try to understand the lyrics coz its that funny... enjoy.... btw, the funny part is not her voice, its actually the lyrics and the video. Check it out! Comment on it if u can :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qRX57zprNdw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-8170618653489905915?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/8170618653489905915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=8170618653489905915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8170618653489905915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/8170618653489905915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/03/lily-allen-alfie-quite-funny-lol_29.html' title='Lily Allen - Alfie..... quite funny.... LOL!'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-5534798796988890062</id><published>2007-03-21T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:50:18.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Firefox toolbar for blogs called Performancing</title><content type='html'>This new toolbar by Firefox makes blogging so much easier. No need to login to blogger.com. Just post from your Firefox browser and it does all the transactions for you. Its attached to your browser so no need to open another program (you can open or close it whenever you want). Try it out! Support open-source softwares! Die Microsoft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Yes, i'm still using Windows XP LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RgEpt7kCIUI/AAAAAAAAABM/DhN1xwXcL80/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RgEpt7kCIUI/AAAAAAAAABM/DhN1xwXcL80/s400/blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044358926691344706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click on the pic for a bigger view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;powered by &lt;a href="http://performancing.com/firefox"&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-5534798796988890062?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5534798796988890062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=5534798796988890062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5534798796988890062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5534798796988890062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-firefox-toolbar-for-blogs-called.html' title='A new Firefox toolbar for blogs called Performancing'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/RgEpt7kCIUI/AAAAAAAAABM/DhN1xwXcL80/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-6154773384335846398</id><published>2007-03-19T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:47:52.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brave Young Knight (Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brave Young Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world comes down on you,&lt;br /&gt;And you feel like drowning,&lt;br /&gt;Remember your knight is here for you,&lt;br /&gt;Fighting all that causes you mourning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will banish the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Withstand all bitterness,&lt;br /&gt;Wipe away your wariness,&lt;br /&gt;Sweep you away to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, do not forsake your brave young knight,&lt;br /&gt;Begs merely a chance to be by your side,&lt;br /&gt;To his beloved, he attends to day and night,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping and never wanting to be brushing aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author: Jonathan A. Nathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi Amor was the inspiration for this poem and i hope she likes it. It's about sharing pain and sadness with the one you love, and i guess it also applies to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I've created a new blog for my collection of self-written poems at &lt;a href="http://poemsbyjonathannathan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://poemsbyjonathannathan.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if u wanna read my previous poems, you can go there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-6154773384335846398?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/6154773384335846398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=6154773384335846398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/6154773384335846398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/6154773384335846398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/03/brave-young-knight-poem.html' title='Brave Young Knight (Poem)'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-5874225498926744157</id><published>2007-03-16T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T17:49:10.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Amor... te quiero...</title><content type='html'>You know, all this time i thought I've got love and life all figured out and that nothing new can change me. Well, i was wrong. . Mi Amor taught me that love is vastly unexplored and that love from her makes me want to be a better person so that I'm worth enough to stand beside her. Everyday she does the sweetest things to make me smile and thank God that he sent his loveliest angel to be with me. Now, every morning i wake up pinching myself, is this an amazing dream or is this sweet reality. She's very sweet, kind, thoughtful, smart, beautiful, caring, full of joy and i can't stay away from her even for 5 seconds. It melts me when I'm sitting in class listening to a boring lecture and suddenly i get this sms from her saying that she misses me, i absolutely love it. When i'm awake i think about her, when I'm asleep i dream about her... never felt like this before. I like the way we say lovely things to each other in Spanish. I like the way we quietly listen to our favourite song (RBD - Tu Amor) together. Mi Amor, i'm going crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Estarás siempre en mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(You will be always in my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Te echo de menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(i miss you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-5874225498926744157?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5874225498926744157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=5874225498926744157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5874225498926744157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/5874225498926744157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/03/mi-amor-te-quiero.html' title='Mi Amor... te quiero...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-6641265970574339577</id><published>2007-03-12T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:16:26.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back... bloging again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’m finally bloging again after a long absence. Well, life has been like a rollercoaster lately. My CCNA tests have been battering me every week and I can hardly stand. But the rewards of the CCNA cert can be well savoured after I finish… well, that’s a long way off. I really don’t wanna get ahead of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Other than that, I’ve been depress about something but I guess I shouldn’t write it here coz its kinda personal. Haiyah, if u really wanna know just drop by my msn n I’ll tell u la… so curious la u ppl LOL! But I’ve learnt that we can’t always get what we want, and no matter how much we try to forget it, its still something very special that will stick with you till the day you die… I know, it sounds confusing… well, D-day is approaching and I’ve set it at 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of this month… if I still can’t get what I want… then I’ll try to let go…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;On the bright side, I might be heading down to Sarawak for my sem break with a few friends. Its gonna be fun so im really looking forward to finish this bloody sem. Rest and relaxation… that’s what I need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Peace! :P&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-6641265970574339577?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/6641265970574339577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=6641265970574339577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/6641265970574339577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/6641265970574339577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back-bloging-again.html' title='I&apos;m back... bloging again!'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-116972280810103146</id><published>2007-01-25T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:00:08.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Naresh</title><content type='html'>After 7 farewell parties, 3 people passing away, dozens of road accidents happening in front of him, and getting an unlimited amount of summons for his ‘perfect’ driving skills, all in a short period of a few months, he finally managed to leave this country to further his studies in NZ. It’s a great move for him because it will provide him with a better and more successful future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll miss him because we were the best of friends; we were never even apart for more than a week. We always did stupid but fun things together no matter what the consequences. I remember how he used to be the best student in class, counting from the back, and I would be behind him (so basically we were the last in class). I used to sneak out of my house to go for mamak with this guy and some friends for nuts, but we never got caught. We used to skip school, walking out the front gate, just because we got bored of the plain canteen food, and we’d end up at a mamak shop having roti canai. After the roti canai session, we would be too lazy to go back to school, so we would just walk to the cyber café instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about all these old memories and about him, I would say that I would never find another friend like him in this world and I really appreciate this friendship. I hope that we can reunite in the future when we finish our studies, and maybe be business partners, that would be really nice. Friends forever, buddy! And good luck in whatever you do in NZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-116972280810103146?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/116972280810103146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=116972280810103146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116972280810103146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116972280810103146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2007/01/farewell-naresh.html' title='Farewell Naresh'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-116689623683334700</id><published>2006-12-24T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T01:50:36.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest poem, An Intruder Called Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;An Intruder Called Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On an unwary day,&lt;br/&gt;It appeared to me,&lt;br/&gt;Like a thief on a dark day,&lt;br/&gt;It stole the whole of me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bewildered by a new feeling,&lt;br/&gt;Overwhelmed with new hope,&lt;br/&gt;Started my journey of fulfilling,&lt;br/&gt;This blessed gift some call ‘love’.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Burning inside me I can feel,&lt;br/&gt;Love’s true passion scorching my soul,&lt;br/&gt;Ready to do whatever I will,&lt;br/&gt;To have my love forever to hold.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sometimes I wonder what good I have done,&lt;br/&gt;To receive a love so purely divine,&lt;br/&gt;Though good looks and gold I have none,&lt;br/&gt;Still hoping someday she’ll be mine.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Deeper and deeper I fall each day,&lt;br/&gt;Departing from you makes me blue,&lt;br/&gt;Claim your heart one day I may,&lt;br/&gt;That will be my dream come true.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I’ll end this by saying my love is true,&lt;br/&gt;Till my last breath I breathe for you,&lt;br/&gt;Doubt not my feelings for it’s a clue,&lt;br/&gt;That I’ll never forsake my love for you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Spent about 4 hours pouring out my feelings to write this and I’m still not happy with the final result. I’m still working on improving it a bit, because I know it’s not that great yet. If anyone has some ideas on how I could change the words or anything to improve it, let me know, maybe I’ll let you be a co-author, if your idea is accepted that is… hehehehe!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thanks for reading it&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;P.S. I swear I wrote it myself, no plagiarism… LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-116689623683334700?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/116689623683334700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=116689623683334700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116689623683334700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116689623683334700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-latest-poem-intruder-called-love.html' title='My latest poem, An Intruder Called Love'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-116681061050563932</id><published>2006-12-23T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T02:03:30.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like shite...</title><content type='html'>Hurmmm... sumtimes life is so unfair. The best thing that could ever happen to me was just dangling in front of me, but when I reached out to touch it i realised that its untouchable, an illusion. I guess its normal to feel burnt, crushed n broken down when these kinda things happen but I’m glad that illusion didn't fade away, i can still see it, but its like 'see no touch, touch no see'.  How I wish the world were different. I know I’m not worthy of the illusion, and I respect that fact now. I just don't want that illusion to leave me for good coz i really love its presence in my life; it made me a better man. Illusion, i will always love u no matter wat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-116681061050563932?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/116681061050563932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=116681061050563932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116681061050563932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116681061050563932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-feel-like-shite.html' title='I feel like shite...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-116594351727881753</id><published>2006-12-13T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T00:22:26.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't have all the answers...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we think that we have the answers to everything. We’re confident that we are the best at what we do and we don’t need anyone to tell us that we’re wrong. Well, that’s the dumbest thing humans do. Humans were designed to be learning creatures, because knowledge and wisdom knows no boundaries. No one can be declared the smartest person in the world because smartness is not calculated with a mathematical formula, but by what we see and hear in our everyday lives. Sometimes, it’s nice to sit and listen, and not say a word. It will teach you and fascinate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t shut out the world, be open to the numerous possibilities out there and do not dispose of any thought, thinking that it is useless; it could be a spark to greater heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#ad9&gt;"The more you think you know about something, the more you know that you don’t know everything"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-116594351727881753?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/116594351727881753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=116594351727881753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116594351727881753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116594351727881753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-dont-have-all-answers.html' title='We don&apos;t have all the answers...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-116498890257241745</id><published>2006-12-02T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:03:58.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson to learn...</title><content type='html'>Expectancy is the key to disappointment. I mean, the more you expect something, the more likely it is for you to be left empty handed and bitter. People always expect things to be done for them but people who can’t say ‘no’ to them, your boss, your family, your loved one. That cycle should be broken and people should be allowed to say ‘no’, regardless of the reason, because what is the point of living if we don’t have choices in our lives. We should dictate how we live, not other people. We should be who we actually are, and not someone who other people like because we always please them. We’re not made to be pretenders. Boundaries should be clearly defined to keep us from falling into the slavery of always pleasing others before ourselves. Learning how to say ‘yes’ is always easy, learning how to say ‘no’ will be difficult because others won’t let us say it. So, that’s what I’m learning now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-116498890257241745?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/116498890257241745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=116498890257241745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116498890257241745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116498890257241745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/12/lesson-to-learn.html' title='Lesson to learn...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-116382935515875800</id><published>2006-11-18T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T13:55:55.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've found my way...</title><content type='html'>Falling in love is a lot easier than falling out of it. The memories last forever. Even if you try to move on, there’s always something that holds you back. You can never forget someone who has made a change in your life. No matter who you will be with in the future, the person that you let go made you the person that you are in the future. I have done my best to let go, I finally did, but somehow she still lingers in my heart. It hurts to let go, I can’t deny that, but it hurts even more to hope that someday we will be together. Which one is worse? I can’t choose. It hurts all the same. It has drained me mentally, emotionally and physically. I couldn’t hold on to this insanity any longer, I’m losing my grip, but now, I’ve bounced back, I’ve reclaimed my soul and my identity. I feel that the burden has been lifted. Now I can focus on myself for once. So, basically I’m back to my old self.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-116382935515875800?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/116382935515875800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=116382935515875800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116382935515875800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116382935515875800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-found-my-way.html' title='I&apos;ve found my way...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-116214390195156116</id><published>2006-10-30T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T02:11:33.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to my best friends...</title><content type='html'>What is friendship to you? Well, to me, friendship is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never having to say I am sorry because I know they've already forgiven me;&lt;br /&gt;Never having to say I need you because I know they're willing to sacrifice the world for me;&lt;br /&gt;Never having to say I appreciate you because I know they'll stick around for me;&lt;br /&gt;Never having to say I don't want you to go because I know they'll always be bugging me;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, never having to say you're my best friend because I know that the feeling is mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; Somehow when best friends depart, there is the feeling of emptiness that can never filled, not even by the greatest love. Friendship dwells on a lev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;el higher than love itself. It demands unspoken acts of patients, respect, admiration, appreciation, modesty, compassion, and mutual understanding. Some people say friendship does not last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; and that good things always come to a better end. I say friendship looks not with the eyes, but with the heart. That’s where friendship comes from and it stays there till you take it with you to your grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I feel sad that my best friends (most of them) have left and won’t be coming back for a long time. I just saw them not too long ago and I already miss them so dearly. I know that they’re always with me in heart and soul but it’s depressing to think that t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;hey can’t be around us physically. I never told them how much their friendship means to me (they’ll probably just laugh when I say this… hehehe!) but every time I think of the good times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;we had together, I smile to myself hoping that we’ll be together again one fine day, and that hope is what I live for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5805/1487/1600/29-10-06_2239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5805/1487/320/29-10-06_2239.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sattiya, Me &amp; Naresh... We've been through storms together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5805/1487/1600/35529165249777l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5805/1487/320/35529165249777l.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The Matcha Gang (Suresh, Cassie, Lingam, Sattiya, Edmond, Me &amp; Naresh)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5805/1487/1600/35529165249777l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5805/1487/1600/Kanchan_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5805/1487/320/Kanchan_me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My dear 'sis' Kanchan, my guardian angel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5805/1487/1600/280811/suraya4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5805/1487/320/174591/suraya4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Suraya, my dreamgurl, I'd go insane without you by my side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Thanks guys and gals for every thing we did together and I’ll come back to haunt you even if I die before you… hehehe! Take care and God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Good friends start their sentences with "I", best friends start heir sentences with "We".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-116214390195156116?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/116214390195156116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=116214390195156116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116214390195156116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116214390195156116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/10/tribute-to-my-best-friends_30.html' title='A tribute to my best friends...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-116188038386474301</id><published>2006-10-27T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:33:03.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Ideas &amp; Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here is our list of the 10 most romantic ideas and gifts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Something Original&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a star after your sweetheart :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/stat?id=Su*v7urNpbM&amp;amp;offerid=53217.10000003&amp;type=3&amp;amp;subid=0" target="new"&gt;International Star Registry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;img src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=Su*v7urNpbM&amp;bids=53217.10000003&amp;amp;type=3&amp;subid=0" alt="" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Message In A Bottle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic, mysterious, and intriguing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timelessmessage.com/index.cfm?Referral=LPoems_QuotesText" target="_blank"&gt;Timeless Message&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Gold Roses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real roses preserved in 24kt gold :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.qksrv.net/click-942549-5542349" target="_blank"&gt;RomanceHer.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.qksrv.net/image-942549-5542349" alt="" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=38688&amp;amp;amp;amp;u=63701&amp;m=8232&amp;amp;urllink=&amp;afftrack=" target="_blank"&gt;LoveIsARose.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Teddy Bears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully packaged, with personalized message :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bearaffection.com/valentines/?referral_code=lovepoemsandquotes" target="_blank"&gt;Bear Affection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Love Greeting Cards&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send a beautiful greeting card for free :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superlaugh.com/a.php?i=1020&amp;amp;p=1/cant.htm" target="_blank"&gt;SuperLaugh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Flowers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 1000 flower arrangements online :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.qksrv.net/click-942549-3885641" target="_blank"&gt;JustFlowers.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;img src="http://www.qksrv.net/image-942549-3885641" alt="" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For "fairy tale" relationships :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hop.clickbank.net/?lpaq123/mmeebook" target="_blank"&gt;Men Made Easy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hop.clickbank.net/?lpaq123/300dates" target="_blank"&gt;300 Creative Dates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hop.clickbank.net/?lpaq123/letters" target="_blank"&gt;Perfect Love Letters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lpaq123.liebe17.hop.clickbank.net" target="_blank"&gt;The Woman Men Adore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lpaq123.cpemo.hop.clickbank.net" target="_blank"&gt;Bring Back A Lost Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hop.clickbank.net/?lpaq123/adviediva" target="_blank"&gt;How To Get Your Ex Back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lpaq123.guygirl.hop.clickbank.net" target="_blank"&gt;Single Man's Guide To Great Women&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Engraved Gifts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lockets, keepsake boxes, frames, candle holders, etc. :&lt;br /&gt;(Gifts can be personalized,&lt;br /&gt;         engraved, or monogrammed for no extra charge. Enjoy free shipping on orders over $75.)&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=15372&amp;u=63701&amp;amp;amp;amp;m=4313&amp;urllink=&amp;amp;afftrack=" target="_blank"&gt;Engravable Gift Collection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Gourmet French Chocolates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand-crafted by world-champion, French artisans&lt;br /&gt;(They claim to make the world's best chocolates) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zchocolat.com/default.asp?zid=lpaq&amp;target=shopping&amp;amp;id=c22" target="_blank"&gt;zChocolat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn about the various pieces :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zchocolat.com/default.asp?zid=lpaq&amp;amp;target=chocolate" target="_blank"&gt;zChocolates Guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Online Massage Lessons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by step video instructions for a memorable massage&lt;br /&gt;(15 Lesson Workshop, Limited Time Offer: $25 US) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.learn-massage-online.com/idevaffiliate/idevaffiliate.php?id=117" target="_blank"&gt;Learn Massage Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Want More?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For additional &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/dating/heidi_60/77_dating_girl.html" target="_blank"&gt;romantic ideas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, check out AskMen.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-116188038386474301?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/116188038386474301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=116188038386474301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116188038386474301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116188038386474301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/10/romantic-ideas-gifts.html' title='Romantic Ideas &amp; Gifts'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-116118700474192224</id><published>2006-10-18T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:56:44.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats going on these days... Just an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I actually enjoyed myself this semester at college. Bonding with my new friends in college was really fun, especially for my Project Management subject. I worked with the best team members in the class and the best Project Manager, me… LOL! But seriously, my team members were very dedicated and hardworking. The actually accepted the orders and workload that I gave each of them without question and executed them perfectly. Thanks to Yoges, Christina, Jason and Keanne. I hope to be your Project Manager in future assignments as well LOL! But I still did work ok… a lot of work… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’ve managed to conquer whatever depression I had and I’ve decided to make myself stronger and more confident. Thanks to the people around me (mainly my close friends like Suraya, Cassie, Ashley, Niff and Yew Fei), my life now is a lot better. Friends always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;What else… my exam is coming soon. 31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; October to be precise. Starting on 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; November, I’ll be on a 2 month holiday… errrrr…. I want to work but… it’s hard to find a good job these days. I guess I’ll just have to keep looking. I can’t imagine sitting at home for 2 months… I’ll go crazy within the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hmmm… suddently I have this craving to learn Spanish. I also want to learn Flash programming. That will give me something to do for the holidays. Some online tutorials would help I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-116118700474192224?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/116118700474192224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=116118700474192224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116118700474192224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/116118700474192224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-going-on-these-days-just-update.html' title='Whats going on these days... Just an update'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-115891865310021906</id><published>2006-09-22T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:12:42.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthdate Meaning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="contentstart"&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;16 April 1985&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Your date of conception was on or about 24 July 1984 which was a Tuesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You were born on a Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;under the astrological sign Aries.&lt;br /&gt;Your Life path number is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astrology-numerology.com/num-lifepath.html#lp7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2446171.5.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:popUp("&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; number for 1985 is 10.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:popUp("&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;epact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; number for 1985 is 8.&lt;br /&gt;The year 1985 was not a leap year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/20/1985 and ending 2/8/1986.&lt;br /&gt;You were born in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:popitup5("&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chinese year of the Ox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Your Native American Zodiac sign is Hawk; your plant is Dandelion.&lt;br /&gt;You were born in the Egyptian month of Paony, the second month of the season of Shomu (Harvest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of 9/22/2006 5:30:08 AM EDT&lt;br /&gt;You are 21 years old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 257 months old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 1,118 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 7,829 days old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 187,901 hours old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 11,274,090 minutes old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 676,445,408 seconds old.&lt;br /&gt;Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 3.06418786692759 years old. (Life's just a big chewy bone for you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Your birthstone is Diamond &lt;!--&lt;img align="absmiddle" src="showpicture.asp?PhotoId=3_stone.gif" /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Mystical properties of Diamond&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Diamonds are said to increase personal clarity to help one see things clearly as well as be straight-forward and honest. Supposedly, the higher quality the diamond, the better it is supports these qualities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Your birth tree is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maple, Independence of Mind &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No ordinary person, full imagination and originality, shy and reserved, ambitious, proud, self-respect, hungers for new experiences, sometimes nervous, many complexes, good memory, learns easily, complicated love life, wants to impress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-115891865310021906?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/115891865310021906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=115891865310021906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115891865310021906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115891865310021906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-birthdate-meaning.html' title='My Birthdate Meaning...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-115849730630450314</id><published>2006-09-17T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:01:06.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest literature creation... my new poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;If She Were Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her when I’m loving her,&lt;br /&gt;Heed her when I’m broken down,&lt;br /&gt;Feel her when I’m lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Hold her when I’m fearful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch her when I’m needing her,&lt;br /&gt;Clutch her when I’m fallen,&lt;br /&gt;Hug her when I’m chilly,&lt;br /&gt;Tickle her when I’m joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her when I’m proud of her,&lt;br /&gt;Seek her when I’m unseen,&lt;br /&gt;Trust her when I’m plunging swiftly,&lt;br /&gt;Dream her when I’m blissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Author:&lt;/u&gt; Jonathan Nathan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather call it a sonnet rather than a poem, because I used synecdoche. This effort is my best by far. I hope that it draws criticism as well as inspiration. It’s not perfect, but it’s fruitful. Feel free to suggest changes or new verses (your name will be accredited to it also), but send it to my email so that its easier for my to reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-115849730630450314?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/115849730630450314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=115849730630450314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115849730630450314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115849730630450314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-latest-literature-creation-my-new_17.html' title='My latest literature creation... my new poem'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-115755827774719124</id><published>2006-09-06T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:02:54.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Do This For My Gurl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;KISS HER IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TRUST HER 0VER EVERY0NE ELSE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TELL HER SHE L00KS BEAUTIFUL EVERY SINGLE DAY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOOK INTO HER EYES WHEN I TALK TO HER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TELL HER STUPID J0KES T0 MAKE HER LAUGH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LET HER MESS WITH MY HAIR.MESS WITH HER HAIR.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TAKE LONG WALKS ALONE WITH HER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;INCLUDE HER IN ALL THINGS I DO.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TELL HER THAT I VALUE HER OPINIONS WHEN I MAKE HARD DECISIONS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WHEN SHE CRYS DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO MAKE HER SMILE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FORGIVE HER FOR HER MISTAKES.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOOK AT HER LIKE SHE'S THE ONLY GIRL I SEE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TICKLE HER EVEN WHEN SHE SAYS STOP.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HOLD HER HAND EVEN WHEN WE'RE AROUND HER FRIENDS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WHEN SHE STARTS SWEARING AT ME, I’LL TELL HER I LOVE HER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LET HER FALL ASLEEP IN MY ARMS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WATCH HER SLEEP AND BE AMAZED BY HER BEAUTY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GET HER MAD, THEN KISS HER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TEASE HER &amp;amp; LET HER TEASE ME BACK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ALWAYS GIVE IN TO HER WHEN WE PLAY GAMES.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WATCH ‘CHICK FLICKS’ WITH HER JUST BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STAY UP WITH HER ALL NIGHT WHEN SHE’S SICK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WATCH HER FAV0RITE M0VIE WITH HER OVER AND OVER AGAIN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KISS HER F0REHEAD AND TELL HER I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT HER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GIVE HER THE WORLD AND MUCH MORE.WRITE HER LOVE LETTERS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LET HER WEAR MY CLOTHES.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WHEN SHES SAD, COMFORT HER AND TELL HER THAT EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LET HER KN0W SHE'S VERY IMP0RTANT TO ME.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LET HER TAKE ALL THE PH0T0S OF ME SHE WANTS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KISS HER IN THE RAIN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KISS HER UNDER THE STARS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CALL HER EVERY NIGHT JUST TO SAY ‘GOOD NIGHT AND SWEET DREAMS’.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CARRY HER BURDEN WHEN SHE FEELS LIKE THE WORLD IS COMING DOWN ON HER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TAKE HER DARKEST NIGHT AND MAKE IT BRIGHT FOR HER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BE HER KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-115755827774719124?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/115755827774719124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=115755827774719124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115755827774719124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115755827774719124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/09/id-do-this-for-my-gurl.html' title='I&apos;d Do This For My Gurl...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-115725703503046276</id><published>2006-09-03T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T12:51:29.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrads to Hannah Tan! Malaysia’s Sexiest Woman 2006!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5805/1487/1600/fhmcover.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5805/1487/400/fhmcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5805/1487/1600/fhmcover.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ve been a fan of hers for a very long time now. To finally see her on the cover of FHM Magazine for being Malaysia’s Sexiest Woman 2006 (as voted online by Malaysians), it’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s beautiful I have to admit (Miss Malaysia Petite 2002/2003 – Winner, Miss Global Petite International World Finals 2002/2003 – 2nd Runner Up) but the reason she’s so amazing to me is because she’s really brainy and has a great personality. She studied Information Systems at KDU and she maintained a 4.0 GPA. She must be the world’s most beautiful geek-chick. She’s an actress, beauty queen, model, singer and TV hostess. If had a chance to meet someone I admire, I would defiantly choose Hannah. She’s just so gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Info:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Nationality: Malaysian&lt;br /&gt;Race: Chinese-Kelabit&lt;br /&gt;Place of Birth: Penang&lt;br /&gt;Date of Birth: 25th October&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Length: Long, past-shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Hair Texture: Thick, straight&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;Skin Color: Light tan&lt;br /&gt;Skin Type: Combination&lt;br /&gt;Dress Size: S&lt;br /&gt;Swimsuit Size: S&lt;br /&gt;Shoe Size: 5-6 (depending on type of shoe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Measurements:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Height: 5 feet 4 inches&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 47 kilograms&lt;br /&gt;Bust: 34 inches&lt;br /&gt;Waist: 24 inches&lt;br /&gt;Hips: 34 inches&lt;br /&gt;Collar: 13 inches&lt;br /&gt;Shoulder: 16 inches&lt;br /&gt;Neck to Waist: 16 inches&lt;br /&gt;Inseam: 24.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;Out seam: 35 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Academic Info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Bsc. (Hons.) in Computing and Information Systems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University of Lincolnshire and Humberside UK/KDU College Penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Higher Diploma in Computer Studies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KDU College Penang (Graduation Class Distinction, GPA 4.0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;International Advanced Diploma in Computer Studies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCC (Correspondence self-study with the National Computing Centre in UK)&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Class Distinction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;International Diploma in Computer Studies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCC (Correspondence self-study with the National Computing Centre in UK)&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Class Distinction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KDU Overall Top Student Valedictorian Award&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KDU Merit Scholarship Award&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 2000&lt;br /&gt;April 2000&lt;br /&gt;January 2000&lt;br /&gt;August 1999&lt;br /&gt;April 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pageant Achievements:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Global Petite International World Finals 2002/2003 (Montreal, CANADA)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Runner-up&lt;br /&gt;1 Subsidiary Title (Miss Congeniality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Malaysia Petite 2002/2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner&lt;br /&gt;1 Subsidiary Title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Perak Petite 2002/2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner&lt;br /&gt;1 Subsidiary Title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Penang Pesta Millennium 2001/2002&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner&lt;br /&gt;4 Subsidiary Titles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For more info, check out:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hannahsarahtan.com"&gt;http://www.hannahsarahtan.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-115725703503046276?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/115725703503046276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=115725703503046276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115725703503046276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115725703503046276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/09/congrads-to-hannah-tan-malaysias.html' title='Congrads to Hannah Tan! Malaysia’s Sexiest Woman 2006!'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-115719210406652177</id><published>2006-09-02T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T18:16:57.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck I did during my holidays… ermmm…</title><content type='html'>Basically nothing… for 3 weeks! Maybe the highlight of the holiday period was when I finished Diablo II. I think I would have broken the whole record by finishing the game at level 26, while everyone I know finished it only after level 40 or 50. So the feeling of accomplishing that was really amazing. It’s like I actually achieved something. “I came, I saw, I conquered!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that my recent trip to Port Dickson with my cousins was fun, although I came back with a bruised foot (after playing football on the beach). We experimented with my cousins’ dogs by testing if dogs are natural swimmers. Lol! I know, it’s stupid. We took the dogs out to sea and dumped them in the water; they enjoyed playing fetch with a plastic ball in the middle of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about it for my holiday highlights… I basically did nothing (I told you!). I actually miss going to college… I want studies (No, I’m not high!) and I miss looking at the chicks in college. I’m going back to college this Monday. So, I hope that this semester is going to be a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-115719210406652177?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/115719210406652177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=115719210406652177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115719210406652177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115719210406652177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-heck-i-did-during-my-holidays.html' title='What the heck I did during my holidays… ermmm…'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-115661955675022514</id><published>2006-08-27T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T03:12:37.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Normal guys' need a chance to prove themselves, girls...</title><content type='html'>Why don’t normal guys get a chance? I hate the way some girls expect their so called ‘dream guys’ to have the 3C’s: Cash, Credit Card &amp; Car. I don’t understand how that it can be an expectation somehow, that a guy that has all that will be a good boyfriend/husband automatically. Those guys prefer to use their cash and toys do the talking and loving, it that what girls these days really want? Where do all the guys that don’t have all those things fit in? They just don’t get a chance because they don’t fit girls’ fantasies. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Guys that don’t have the ‘luxuries of life’ (so to speak) may not be the complete guys but they can certainly provide a girl with the ‘luxuries of love’. Guys that have all the best luxuries do get a lot of girls, but they also lose the meaning of love, it becomes a sport rather than a commitment. I’m proud to say that I’m a normal guy that may not have the 3C’s or even good looks but I’m confident that I do have a big heart with a lot of love to give. I’d rather work my way to success to provide a girl with all the best rather than to splash out my parents’ money. I’m confident that I’ll be at the top one day and I’d want to have a girl that appreciates the fact that I’ve worked my way to the top rather than a girl that just appreciates what I have. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Shakespeare’s words in the classic, A Midsummer Night's Dream, still linger in my mind:&lt;br/&gt;“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind”. I guess that this doesn’t really happen these days. So girls, please give guys like us a chance in the future because what we lack materialistically, we have in heart and soul. That’s what eternal love means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-115661955675022514?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/115661955675022514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=115661955675022514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115661955675022514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115661955675022514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/08/normal-guys-need-chance-to-prove.html' title='&apos;Normal guys&apos; need a chance to prove themselves, girls...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-115600521964404539</id><published>2006-08-20T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T00:36:21.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Inspiring Movies</title><content type='html'>These are the movies that have left a mark on my life in one way or another. They teach us many important values and lessons in life. Watch them and you’ll know what I mean.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Walk To Remember&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scent of A Woman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jerry Maguire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girl Next Door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Matrix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Freshman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Am Sam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forrest Gump&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gladiator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patch Adams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any Given Sunday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;Top Gun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spiderman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-115600521964404539?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/115600521964404539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=115600521964404539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115600521964404539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115600521964404539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-inspiring-movies.html' title='Life Inspiring Movies'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-115592928792305572</id><published>2006-08-19T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T03:28:07.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk To Remember...</title><content type='html'>Well, some people say that inspiration is the key to success. I watched “A Walk To Remember” again today and I realise that life is too short for us to waste on doing things that are unmeaning. Reflecting on what I’ve done so far makes me want to do more to better myself and I want to strive to find my place in the world again. It tells me to appreciate the people that are important to me and it teaches me how to love without expecting anything back in return. I don’t know why but that movie inspires me each time I watch it. It makes me feel good about myself and about the people around me. I’ve done many bad things in my life, but with God’s help, I can turn it around and never look back. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I can say how successful I’ll be in turning my life around but I feel motivated to make a difference no matter what it takes. God has given me a sign, I cannot ignore it, it’s a miracle to me. Watch the movie, you’ll feel the same way…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-115592928792305572?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/115592928792305572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=115592928792305572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115592928792305572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115592928792305572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/08/walk-to-remember.html' title='A Walk To Remember...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-115592765861757013</id><published>2006-08-19T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T11:58:54.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable Quotes</title><content type='html'>“What is a friend? It's a single soul dwelling in two bodies." &lt;em&gt;– Aristotle (used in A Walk To Remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous, love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. Love does not come to an end.” - &lt;em&gt;Proverbs 23:7, The Bible (used in A Walk To Remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is nothing love cannot face;&lt;br /&gt;there is no limit to its faith,its hope, and endurance.&lt;br /&gt;In a word, there are three thingsthat last forever: faith, hope, and love;&lt;br /&gt;but the greatest of them all is love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;– (used in A Walk To Remember)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jerry Maguire:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I won't let you get rid of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jerry Maguire:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Im not letting you get rid of me. how about that? tonight our company, our little buisness had a very big night, but it wasnt complete. it wasnt even close to being in the same vacinity as complete, because i couldnt share it with you. i couldnt laugh about it with you. im miss... i miss my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerry Maguire:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I love you. You... complete me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dorothy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Shut up. Just shut up. You had me at "hello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- (used in Jerry Maguire)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;Some diamonds are blue,&lt;br /&gt;Chivalry is dead,&lt;br /&gt;But you're still kinda cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They call me Thomas,&lt;br /&gt;Last name Crown,&lt;br /&gt;Recognize game,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lay mine's down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Nelly Furtado - Promiscuous Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-115592765861757013?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/115592765861757013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=115592765861757013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115592765861757013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115592765861757013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/08/memorable-quotes.html' title='Memorable Quotes'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-115518682041195971</id><published>2006-08-10T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T13:13:40.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn... 3-week holiday!</title><content type='html'>I’ve just completed my first semester at INTI Nilai today. It was a fun semester but also sickening because of the heavy load from coursework and tests. Well, I’ve got a 3-week break now and I really don’t know what to do with it. I can’t work because it’s too short and I can’t really go anywhere because my pockets are dry. Can’t imagine being at home for that duration… I should find something to do before I go insane.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just sat for my exam today…. I think a few A’s are due and overall, my results have been great so far (not the final marks). At least that will give me some peace of mind during my holidays. For once, I’m actually looking forward to get my results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-115518682041195971?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/115518682041195971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=115518682041195971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115518682041195971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115518682041195971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/08/damn-3-week-holiday.html' title='Damn... 3-week holiday!'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-115400624994909546</id><published>2006-07-27T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:17:31.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another update</title><content type='html'>Well I decided not to go for SEGi’s Prom Nite, coz I heard that even SEGi’s own students are boycotting the event coz they think that SEGI is being rather ‘cheap’ by having the event at the SEGi building itself. I can’t imagine 150 people fitting into a cramped building like that. Looks like that they’ll never loose that stinginess that they’ve always had, even since when I was there. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hmmm… my PTPTN loan just got accepted and I guess I’ll be covered until I finish my studies. They’ll give me an extra of RM500 per month just for my expenses, so that means that I don’t have to find a job during the holidays. But maybe I will because I can’t imagine sitting in the house and not doing anything throughout the whole holidays.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My friends are down from overseas, mostly from Russia coz they’re studying medic over there. Somehow, it seems like I’m back in high school when I’m with them. Everything we do has to involve doing something stupid. Its fun and I really miss it. Its like we had never grown up since high school. Brings back old memories, fond ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-115400624994909546?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/115400624994909546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=115400624994909546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115400624994909546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115400624994909546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/07/yet-another-update.html' title='Yet another update'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-115287785862400717</id><published>2006-07-14T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:04:45.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update of whats going on</title><content type='html'>Well, college has been better than expected. Although, I must complain that exams and projects have been a pain in the ass. Met some new friends and they seem nice. I guess my life is returning to normal, for the moment. I’m glad it is because settling in was difficult. Looks like I’ve been invited for SEGI’s Prom Nite by some of my juniors in my old college. I wonder who will I take, cause I won’t go with guys (I know, ego problem… lol!) It’s on the 29th of this month, so I still have some time. I’ve been thinking about my future lately, I wonder what I would be like. Well, meeting Hannah Tan would be a dream come true. Hahaha! Lets just see if that happens in the future. In the mean time, the present is still in front of me and I’ve got to fight through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Fast and The Furious: Tokyo Drift. It was a really good movie and the chicks were very fine… I would recommend the movie to anyone but the slack part of the movie is the lead actor… a cowboy in Tokyo sounds like a 70’s war movie. His slang was so cowboy-ish and didn’t suit the movie at all. They should have gotten the guy who played the lead actor in the last movie. He was good. I really admire the drifting skills of the Japanese drivers because it was mind-boggling. Takes a genius to do what those guys did in the movie. Thumbs up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5805/1487/400/ff3%20tokyo%20drift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-115287785862400717?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/115287785862400717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=115287785862400717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115287785862400717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115287785862400717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/07/update-of-whats-going-on.html' title='An update of whats going on'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-115124990169603292</id><published>2006-06-25T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:38:21.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing...</title><content type='html'>I feel like somehow I’m changing, changing into this person who has given up on everything I hold dear. Like I’ve given up on myself. There’s still that one thing that I wish I had, but also afraid to lose. I’m afraid that I’ll never get it back. Its too precious, too important. Giving that up hasn’t been easy on me. It left a hole in my heart and doubts in my mind. God hasn’t given up on me but I feel like the world has. I guess I’d better get used to solidarity. It’s a difficult transition but I don’t have a choice. ‘A man is a man because of the choices he makes’. I guess I’ll have to make my decision, and I don’t think that I’ll take the easy route out of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-115124990169603292?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/115124990169603292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=115124990169603292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115124990169603292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115124990169603292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/06/changing.html' title='Changing...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-115124890269783549</id><published>2006-06-25T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:21:42.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Void in Me</title><content type='html'>I feel like I’m trying to fill an empty void inside me. I feel like something is missing, but I don’t know what that is. I’ve tried everything to fill that void but it just keeps getting bigger. I hate filling up that void just to make myself happy for a while. Somehow I know that it will haunt me after that. I know I cannot rest till I find a permanent way of closing that void. I hurts badly, sometimes takes me to the brink of depression. What can I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-115124890269783549?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/115124890269783549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=115124890269783549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115124890269783549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115124890269783549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/06/empty-void-in-me.html' title='Empty Void in Me'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-115108940272468334</id><published>2006-06-24T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T03:04:03.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars Are blind</title><content type='html'>Somehow I really like the lyrics (especially the chorus part) to this song and the tune of the song is also quite good. Kudos to Paris for her debut in singing but I won’t say that she did great, it’s a good effort at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paris Hilton – Stars Are Blind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending some time&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging here with you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't find too many guys&lt;br /&gt;That treat me like you do&lt;br /&gt;Those other guys all wanna take me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;But when I walk their talk is suicide&lt;br /&gt;Some people never get beyond their stupid pride&lt;br /&gt;But you can see the real me inside&lt;br /&gt;And I'm satisfied, oh no, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;If you show me real love baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make you nice and naughty&lt;br /&gt;Be the devil and angel too&lt;br /&gt;Got a heart and soul and body&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what this love can do&lt;br /&gt;Baby i'm perfect for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, ohh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be your confidante&lt;br /&gt;Just one of your girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;But I know that love's what you want&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow the world ends&lt;br /&gt;Why shouldn't we be with the one we really love?&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me who have you been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;At night at home? oh no, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;If you show me real love baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make you nice and naughty&lt;br /&gt;Be the devil and angel too&lt;br /&gt;Got a heart and soul and body&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what this love can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby i'm perfect for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me for feeling&lt;br /&gt;This moment is critical&lt;br /&gt;Might be me feeling&lt;br /&gt;It could get physical, oh no, no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;If you show me real love baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make you nice and naughty&lt;br /&gt;Be the devil and angel too&lt;br /&gt;Got a heart and soul and body&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what this love can do&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what this love can do&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm perfect for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm perfect for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-115108940272468334?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/115108940272468334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=115108940272468334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115108940272468334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115108940272468334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/06/stars-are-blind.html' title='Stars Are blind'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-115099970242232646</id><published>2006-06-23T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T02:08:22.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does love need a reason?</title><content type='html'>One day a gal asked: why do you like me..? why do you love me..? HE answered: i can't tell the reason.. but i really like you.. SHE: you can't even tell me the reason.. how can you say you like me? how can you say you love me? HE: i really don't know the reason, but i can prove that i love you. SHE: proof? no! i want you to tell me the reason. my friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you! HE: ok..ok!! ermmss.. because you are beautiful, because your voice is sweet, because you are caring, because you are loving, because you are thoughtful, because of your smile, because of your every movements. the gal felt very satisfied with his answer. unfortunately, a few days later, the gal met with an accident and became comma. HE then placed a letter by her side, and here is the content: darling, because of your sweet voice that I love you... now can you talk? no! therefore i cannot love you. because of your care and concern that i like you.. now that you cannot show them, therefore i cannot love you. because of your smile, because of your every movements that i love you.. now can you smile? now can you move? no, therefore i cannot love you... if love needs a reason, like now, there is no reason for me to love you anymore. do love need a reason? NO! therefore, i still love you... and love doesn't need a reason "sometimes the best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, cannot be touched, but can be felt in the heart" love doesn't need a reason... its something you can feel burning inside your heart and waiting to be explode of love... please.. never ever ask someone why do they love u…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-115099970242232646?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/115099970242232646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=115099970242232646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115099970242232646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/115099970242232646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/06/does-love-need-reason.html' title='Does love need a reason?'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-114986446920552072</id><published>2006-06-09T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T22:50:53.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have served my purpose... nothing left to look forward to...</title><content type='html'>Everyone born on this earth has a purpose. Life just travels in a loop, we do the same things over and over again everyday and we always look forward to a purpose. What happens when you have served your purpose and there’s nothing to look forward to anymore? That’s when you start feeling empty, abandoned, restless and useless. You begin to hate yourself and also those around you. You feel like no one needs you anymore and the world will still move on without you. I feel like I’ve served my purpose and I’m lost… so what now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-114986446920552072?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/114986446920552072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=114986446920552072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/114986446920552072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/114986446920552072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-served-my-purpose-nothing-left.html' title='I have served my purpose... nothing left to look forward to...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-114926315667735368</id><published>2006-06-02T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:45:56.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Special Someone</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you don’t realise how much some people actually mean to you. When the whole world comes down on you, you think that there’s nobody to hold and console you. You feel like the whole world has abandoned you. Then, there is that special someone who comes to your rescue. The love that you feel from this special someone is greater than any you have ever felt before. Somehow, you become addicted to it, you feel that it’s apart of you and you need to feel it everyday. When you face a problem, difficulty or feel lost, you just picture this person in your mind and everything just melts away. I have found my special someone. Have you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-114926315667735368?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/114926315667735368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=114926315667735368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/114926315667735368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/114926315667735368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-special-someone.html' title='My Special Someone'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-114840423424995620</id><published>2006-05-24T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T01:16:47.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering on Poetry</title><content type='html'>I received an offer to publish one of my poems with Nobel House (book publishers in England). After thinking about it for a while, I decided to reject the proposal. I know that the decision might sound stupid but I feel that the poem will loose its meaning and effect on the person whom I wrote it for. It’s meant to be something special and something unique that I can give to that person and they will treasure it for life because it is dedicated to them and only them. On the contrary, I posted my poems on &lt;a href="http://www.poetry.com/"&gt;http://www.poetry.com/&lt;/a&gt;, a site dedicated to collecting poems written by infamous writers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poems were written out of love and appreciation, not greed. So, I don’t care if my poems don’t get published or I don’t make money out of it. As long as the person I wrote it for appreciates it, that would be the greatest gift I could receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work so far (I’ve done more than this but these are only the best ones, I’m not so happy with the others):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Is How Much You Mean To Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to me at my darkest plight,&lt;br /&gt;Saved me my life’s great fight,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you here to tonight,&lt;br /&gt;To clutch and hold till morning’s bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always bewilder in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;The sweet silent invader of my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Always enduring, always distracting,&lt;br /&gt;I pray these notions forever linger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will forever be my greatest pride,&lt;br /&gt;To defend and honour till end of time,&lt;br /&gt;Your flesh and blood embedded in me,&lt;br /&gt;Part of me you will eternally be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make me smile,&lt;br /&gt;The way you whisper sweet words of bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Which makes my day a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you laugh with me,&lt;br /&gt;The way you giggle, it makes me so warm and fuzzy,&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me never want to part with you for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you comfort me,&lt;br /&gt;The way you console and soothe my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me fall even deeper in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;The way you gaze with eyes looking right into me,&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me feel like you want to know everything about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, I love the way you are who you are,&lt;br /&gt;The way you are the best thing that could ever happen to me,&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me ask what I did to deserve a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Dear Friend*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;You've probably heard it before from me,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you've never got tired of hearing it from me,&lt;br /&gt;Instead, you've always brought sunshine to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile, when others brought me none,&lt;br /&gt;A laugh, when others gave me sadness,&lt;br /&gt;A hand, when others pushed me down,&lt;br /&gt;A shoulder, when others made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I always be there for you?&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone, will I be that one you need?&lt;br /&gt;Will I do all my best to protect you when the world closes down on you?&lt;br /&gt;When tears fall down from your eyes, will I be the one to wipe it away?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be there when you call me in the middle of the night?&lt;br /&gt;Will I keep the rain from falling down into your life?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be there to make you strong and to lean on?&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like the world is turning cold, will I be the one that's there to hold you?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be the one that's always by your side?&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will,Always and forever…   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* = Not really happy with this one, could have been better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-114840423424995620?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/114840423424995620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=114840423424995620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/114840423424995620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/114840423424995620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/05/pondering-on-poetry.html' title='Pondering on Poetry'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-114831247358458604</id><published>2006-05-22T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:55:43.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how much you mean to me</title><content type='html'>A little something I wrote for my special someone, my sis:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You came to me at my darkest plight,&lt;br/&gt;Saved me my life’s great fight,&lt;br/&gt;How I wish you here to tonight,&lt;br/&gt;To clutch and hold till morning’s bright.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You will always bewilder in my mind,&lt;br/&gt;The sweet silent invader of my dreams,&lt;br/&gt;Always enduring, always distracting,&lt;br/&gt;I pray these notions forever linger. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You will forever be my greatest pride,&lt;br/&gt;To defend and honour till end of time,&lt;br/&gt;Your flesh and blood embedded in me,&lt;br/&gt;Part of me you will eternally be.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know I’ve always said I loved you but you might think I never meant it but I can’t imagine not saying this, what I truly feel, before God decides it’s time to take you away from me, but even so, I’ll never go down without a fight to keep you, because you’re my life and soul. I’d die if someone took you away from me again. So sis, please accept what little I can offer in words. I love you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-114831247358458604?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/114831247358458604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=114831247358458604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/114831247358458604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/114831247358458604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-how-much-you-mean-to-me.html' title='This is how much you mean to me'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-114731247935061629</id><published>2006-05-11T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T09:54:39.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New College...</title><content type='html'>Well, i'm in INTI College, Nilai, now. So far, i guess i'm ok. Nothing much to complain about but making friends is kinda hard, coz i dropped straight into Year 2 of the programme. INTI is totally the opposite of PRIME. The lecturers here are mostly very bubbly and some are nuts (in PRIME i only know of 1 lecturer that is bubbly and nuts). The campus here is so clean, student don't vandalize anything at all (back in PRIME, we always vadalized stuff that belonged to the college). The facilities here are more than enough for every single student, they have  about 4000 to 5000 students here (in PRIME, we had to kill someone to get to use the facilities). Overall, i'm begining to like it here but i guess more company would do me some good... working on it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-114731247935061629?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/114731247935061629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=114731247935061629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/114731247935061629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/114731247935061629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-college.html' title='New College...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-114676033059019002</id><published>2006-05-05T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:35:08.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on...</title><content type='html'>My 3 years in Prime has gone by so fast. Thinking back, being in a sucky college like Prime wasn’t so bad. I made some great friends and loads of fond memories. Moving on from there is surprisingly hard for me. I don’t mind adapting to the new environment at Inti but something is holding me back. As I’m writing this blog entry, I’m listening to Greenday’s Time Of Your Life. The words struck me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Another turning point;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;a fork stuck in the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;directs you where to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So make the best of this testand don't ask why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not a questionbut a lesson learned in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's something unpredictablebut in the end it's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.So take the photographsand still frames in your mind.Hang it on a shelfIn good health and good time.Tattoos of memoriesand dead skin on trial.For what it's worth,it was worth all the while.It's something unpredictablebut in the end it's right.I hope you had the time of your life.(music break)It's something unpredictablebut in the end it's right.I hope you had the time of your life.It's something unpredictablebut in the end it's right.I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It teaches us to hang on to old memories and never forget that it got you to where you are today. That’s a good way to live life. I guess that time will heal my wounds…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-114676033059019002?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/114676033059019002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=114676033059019002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/114676033059019002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/114676033059019002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/05/moving-on.html' title='Moving on...'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-114581631209475800</id><published>2006-04-24T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T02:18:32.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 21st Birthday turned out good</title><content type='html'>My birthday turned out to be more than I expected. A lot of people turned up and I actually had some fun. I used to dread birthdays because it was meaningless to me. I never really celebrated it since maybe my 10th birthday. This 21st birthday showed me that life still had a lot to offer to me. Surrounded by my family members, relatives and a few friends, I actually felt that I belonged somewhere for once. Well, I guess that birthdays are worth celebrating after all. Celebrating is not the important point, whom you celebrate it with is more important. I have a feeling that things will turn around after this and some good things will happen but I can only hope. God plans and I execute. That’s how it works. I can’t wait to see what INTI College has in store for me, since I’m going there to do my degree on the 2nd of May onwards. I guess I’m ready for them, but are they ready for me? Hehehe!… that’s what I hope to find out….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-114581631209475800?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/114581631209475800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=114581631209475800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/114581631209475800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/114581631209475800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-21st-birthday-turned-out-good.html' title='My 21st Birthday turned out good'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15890094.post-114286654813824355</id><published>2006-03-20T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:56:51.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that i can't have</title><content type='html'>Do you sometimes wish that you could have something that you know that you can never ever have? Even if you do everything you can to get it, it will never happen. The worst thing is that when someone else has it, you wonder what could or would have been and you never really forget or move on after that. It’s a terrible feeling, especially when it dangles right in front of your face and you want to reach out as far as you can to get it, but your hands are tied behind your back. You try not to be selfish, and you try to show that you’re fine without it, but inside, you’re suffering and slowly dying. It’s like being held back by a leash that’s slowly chocking you. Sacrifice is sometimes not worth it, you make that ‘someone’ happy but it’s ripping ‘you’ apart inside. I hate regrets but recently I think I committed the biggest mistake of my life by letting someone just fly away from my grasp and I can only sit here and wait for its doubtful return…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15890094-114286654813824355?l=jonathannathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/feeds/114286654813824355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15890094&amp;postID=114286654813824355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/114286654813824355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15890094/posts/default/114286654813824355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonathannathan.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-that-i-cant-have.html' title='Something that i can&apos;t have'/><author><name>Jonathan Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653077746191326236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5M_m5mR2dpw/SDgvbpSGETI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HK0yexA8fE0/S220/me3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
